Dust Songtext

von Bill Pritchard

In my mind everything was bigger
The streets the shops the larger Chan lite figure
In my mind everything was cleaner
The cellars the bars the cars the Stella stars
Dust always ends up in nostalgia
But it's never bleak just nostalgique
In my mind the Depanneur was the Moloko
And Dalida's grave was monumentally plastic
So you 've got to go
In my mind everything was complete
I never expected Chat heat
For a pasty faced person what a treat

As I walked clown the rue de Rome
It was a place that I like to think as somebody's home
He's stil) there but in another environne