More songs by Miranda Santizo
Description
Lyricist, Composer, Associated Performer, Vocal: Miranda Santizo
Director, Programmer, Bass, Keyboards, Mixing Engineer, Producer, Recording Engineer: Vinco
Lyricist, Composer: Ana Sofía Castañeda
Lyricist, Composer: Vicente Maximiliano Pardo González
Mastering Engineer: Javi Casanova
Lyrics and translation
Original
One, two, three, four
Dust to dust
Dust to dust
You can be sober, you can be scared
You can be cutting off your brown hair
I can be a mirror crazy can be
Something to show, something to see
Driving in the desert going 135
I can feel the anger right behind your eyes
You got a palace built in your mind
You can be mean, you hurt me sometimes
Dust to dust
Dust to dust
I will just love you sitting on the porch
Talk a big game passing the torch
Watch you get older holding on tight
When it gets hard, then we can fight
I can see the spiraling vines in your mind
Waterfalls gushing the protest signs
You are an animal, you'll be fine
I just wanna run, you were never mine
Thousand miles
Handmade tiles
Desert at dusk
Dust to dust
Dust to dust
Dust to dust
Dust to dust
Dust to dust
You are in Paris talking to your wife
Fixing your shirt, tucking your knife
Walking to the river, cutting the locks
Hands so sharp and you look like a fox
Tell me what you're thinking, I can sit still
Don't look at me cold, don't go for the kill
Walking with a step so slow and divine
You're so stubborn, take your time
Driving in the desert going 135
I can see the road stretching out from your eyes
You got a child nervous in your mind
Tell me what you mean, tell me one time
Thousand miles
Handmade tiles
Desert at dusk
Dust to dust
Dust to dust
Dust to dust
Dust to dust
Dust to dust
English translation
One, two, three, four
Dust to dust
Dust to dust
You can be sober, you can be scared
You can be cutting off your brown hair
I can be a mirror crazy can be
Something to show, something to see
Driving in the desert going 135
I can feel the anger right behind your eyes
You got a palace built in your mind
You can be mean, you hurt me sometimes
Dust to dust
Dust to dust
I will just love you sitting on the porch
Talk a big game passing the torch
Watch you get older holding on tight
When it gets hard, then we can fight
I can see the spiraling vines in your mind
Waterfalls gushing the protest signs
You are an animal, you'll be fine
I just wanna run, you were never mine
Thousand miles
Handmade tiles
Desert at dusk
Dust to dust
Dust to dust
Dust to dust
Dust to dust
Dust to dust
You are in Paris talking to your wife
Fixing your shirt, tucking your knife
Walking to the river, cutting the locks
Hands so sharp and you look like a fox
Tell me what you're thinking, I can sit still
Don't look at me cold, don't go for the kill
Walking with a step so slow and divine
You're so stubborn, take your time
Driving in the desert going 135
I can see the road stretching out from your eyes
You got a child nervous in your mind
Tell me what you mean, tell me one time
Thousand miles
Handmade tiles
Desert at dusk
Dust to dust
Dust to dust
Dust to dust
Dust to dust
Dust to dust