[some parts may be wrong]

So I walk through to the haze
And a million dirty waves.
Now I see you lying there
Like a lilo losing air…
air...

Black rocks and the shoreline sand(?)
Still dead summer I cannot bare
And I wipe the sand from my eyes

It's the Spanish Sahara
The place that you wanna…
Leave the horror here.
Forget the horror here.
Forget the horror here.
Leave it all down here.
It's [bad word] and it's future dust.
Forget the horror here.
Forget the horror here.
Leave it all down here.
It's [bad word] and it's future dust.

Now the waves, they drag you down
Carry you to broken ground.
Now I find you in the sand
Wipe you clean with dirty hands.
Soak up then this boiling space(?)

It's 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 [bad word] and it's future dust.
I'm the fury in your head.
I'm the fury in your bed.
I'm the ghost in the back of your head. (dust?)
'Cos I'm the fury in your head.
I'm the fury in your bed.
I'm the ghost in the back of your head.
'Cos I'm the fury in your head.
I'm the ghost in the back of your… head.
['Cos I'm—]

Forget the horror here.
Forget the horror here.
Leave it all down here.
It's [bad word] and it's future dust.
I'm the fury in your head.
'Cos I'm the fury in your head.
I'm the fury in your bed.
I'm the ghost in the back of your head.
'Cos I'm…
(one of?) the furies in your head.
I'm the fury in your bed.
I'm the ghost in the back of your… head.
[Cos I'm…]
'Cos I'm the furies in your head.
I'm the furies in your bed.
I'm the ghost in the back of your…
[Cos I'm…]