Dunas

Dunes, they're like couches,
Sneaky screens of dirty tar
Torn by cacti and mint,
Lying on the Dunes, oblivious to everything,
Piercing eyes,
Thoughts washed clean.

We drink from lips, icy drinks (chorus)
We seal secrets,
We jump off cliffs,
In slow motion like on TV,
Too many words in the age of "WHY"

Dunes, they’re like couches
Anyone seeing us lying with our hair all wet and tangled
Salty sleeping bags,
On the Dunes, munching on apples
Watching empty oil bottles floating in the morning waves.

We drink from lips, icy drinks,
on the dunes!
In slow motion like on TV,
On the dunes..
On the dunes..
On the duuunes...
On the duuunes..
Icy drinks...
Like on TV.
On the duuunes..