Friday's Dust Lyrics

The song Friday's Dust is performed by Doves in the album named The Last Broadcast in the year 2002 .



Friday's dust
Turned into a Saturday's
It wasn't meant to be this way
It wasn't meant to end so late

Friday's trust
A deal not brokered honestly
Perhaps it's just a game they played
Tell me they've not flown away

All the hope
And all the wonder
All the strength that they can muster
Won't go, they won't get me down

Their desire
It seems they've got designs on me
They never want me honestly
They try to take me foolishly

All the toys and creature comforts
All the dreams they play can rupture
Won't go

Friday's dust
Takes all the love we own



Doves - The Last Broadcast

Jun 2002

  1. Intro
  2. Words
  3. There Goes The Fear
  4. M62 Song
  5. Where We're Calling From
  6. N.Y.
  7. Satellites
  8. Friday's Dust
  9. Pounding
  10. Last Broadcast
  11. The Sulphur Man
  12. Caught By The River

Friday's Dust