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Ask The Dust - Dada

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 why all my ideas

Peel and turn to rust why

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 why all my ideas

Peel and turn to rust why

Why I feel I must

Guess I'll ask the dust

I guess I'll ask the dust

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 shinin' on the lucky

In the dark she swims toward nothing

Towards nothing

Why why all my ideas

Peel and turn to rust why

Why I feel I must

Why why all my ideas

Peel and turn to rust why

Why I feel I must

Guess I'll ask the dust

I guess I'll ask the dust