Foals - Spanish Sahara

So I walked into the haze
And a million dirty ways
Now I see you lying there
Like a lie-low losing air... air
Black rocks and shoreline sand
Still that summer I cannot bear
And I wipe the sand from my arms
The Spanish Sahara
The place that you'd wanna
Leave the horror here

Forget the horror here
Forget the horror here
Leave it all down here
It's future rust and then it's future dust