Sawdust in My Eyes Songtext
von The Surfing Magazines

Within earshot of the coast road
And the soft and foamy sea
In the shadow on a sunny day
Between the trees that line the street
And the houses all look sleepy eyed
Over the window blue/green roller blinds
A postcard in the dusty glass
Says ′Room for Rent'

Everything would be alright
If Roman and Caroline were here tonight I′m
Down in the basement with blisters on my toes
Sawdust in my eyes


You've got to lock up all the windows when you go
Lock up all the windows when you go
You've got to lock up all the windows when you go
Lock up all the windows when you go
When you go

A portrait of a worried man
As silver as the moon
Filtered through the stained glass
In the door to this room
Crowded with coffee tables
Covered with shells from the beach
Blue/green arm chairs
And the walls all painted peach

Everything would be alright
If Roman and Caroline were here tonight I′m
Down in the basement with blisters on my toes
Sawdust in my eyes


You′ve got to lock up all the windows when you go
Lock up all the windows when you go
You've got to lock up all the windows when you go
Lock up all the windows when you go
When you go.