Flight To Tashkent

Saint Etienne

Dig, dig, digarooney
Dig dig dig, digarooney
Dig dig dig, digarooney
Dig, dig, dig, dig...

The shade of the September grass
Down avenues, chasing your childhood
Scratching our names on a tree
These things all remind me of you

Oh, sometime, no, maybe tomorrow
Oh, sometime, no, maybe tomorrow
Oh, sometime, no, maybe tomorrow
Oh, sometime, no, maybe tomorrow

Her hair was as soft as the snow
Watching the sun rise from my house
(The pilot is calling for help)
And something reminds me of you

Oh, sometime, no, maybe tomorrow
Oh, sometime, no, maybe tomorrow
Oh, sometime, no, maybe tomorrow
Oh, sometime, no, maybe tomorrow

Ooh, and we're coming down, ooh, we're coming down
Ooh, and we're coming down, ooh, coming down, coming down