Torn Photo

So I walked into the haze
And a million dirty waves.
Now I see you lying there,
Like a lilo losing air... Air...
Black rocks and shoreline sand,
Still that summer I cannot bare,
And I wipe the sand from my eyes,
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, then it's future dust.

Now the waves, they drag you down,
Carry you to broken ground,
Though I find you in the sand,
Wipe you clean with dirty hands,
So goddamn this boiling space,
The Spanish Sahara,
The place that you'd wanna
Leave the horror here.

I'm the fury in your head,
I'm the fury in your bed,
I'm the ghost in the back of your head,
Cause I am...

I'm the fury in your head,
I'm the fury in your bed,
I'm the ghost in the back of your head,
Cause I am...