"Flight To Tashkent" by Saint Etienne

[introductory sample:]
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. / [or it could be
"oh baby(?)"] 
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.