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.