She don't lift her head for nothing
She don't lift her head for no one
30 years have glazed her eyes
Her tongue is dry from asking why
Why all my ideas
Peel and turn to rust
Why I feel I must
I guess I'll ask the dust
She's an American highway flower
Walking, blossoming into nowhere
Digesting tailpipes and babies screams
To fill the hole that used to house her dreams
Why all my ideas
Peel and turn to rust
Why I feel I must
I guess I'll ask the dust
I wonder what I'm doing here
She asks the moon but he don't care
He's busy shining on the lucky
In the dark she swims toward nothing
Why all my ideas
Peel and turn to rust
Why I feel I must
I guess I'll ask the dust
Ask the Dust Video (MV)
Performed By: Dada
Length: 5:33
Written by: JOIE JAMES CALIO, MICHAEL GARY GURLEY, PHILIP MILES LEAVITT
Dada - Ask the Dust Lyrics
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She don't lift her head for nothing
She don't lift her head for no one
30 years have glazed her eyes
Her tongue is dry from asking why
Why all my ideas
Peel and turn to rust
Why I feel I must
I guess I'll ask the dust
She's an American highway flower
Walking, blossoming into nowhere
Digesting tailpipes and babies screams
To fill the hole that used to house her dreams
Why all my ideas
Peel and turn to rust
Why I feel I must
I guess I'll ask the dust
I wonder what I'm doing here
She asks the moon but he don't care
He's busy shining on the lucky
In the dark she swims toward nothing
Why all my ideas
Peel and turn to rust
Why I feel I must
I guess I'll ask the dust
She don't lift her head for no one
30 years have glazed her eyes
Her tongue is dry from asking why
Why all my ideas
Peel and turn to rust
Why I feel I must
I guess I'll ask the dust
She's an American highway flower
Walking, blossoming into nowhere
Digesting tailpipes and babies screams
To fill the hole that used to house her dreams
Why all my ideas
Peel and turn to rust
Why I feel I must
I guess I'll ask the dust
I wonder what I'm doing here
She asks the moon but he don't care
He's busy shining on the lucky
In the dark she swims toward nothing
Why all my ideas
Peel and turn to rust
Why I feel I must
I guess I'll ask the dust
Writer: JOIE JAMES CALIO, MICHAEL GARY GURLEY, PHILIP MILES LEAVITT
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.