The islands off the coast are on fire
yellow and crimson
just beyond calico beach
the fire's ascension
of gasoline
burned red and green
is like the blazing corona
of a midnight sun
Under the angeldust
and the terminus
the heavens have already been turned
caught in the circling eye
of a cloudy high
is the feeling that i'm gonna get burned
The islands off the coast are on fire
orange and violet
standing on a thundering beach
frozen in silence
the rising sound
of burning ground is like a carbon echo
of a smoking gun
Under the angeldust
and the terminus
the heavens have already been turned
caught in the circling eye
of a cloudy high
is the feeling that i'm gonna get burned
Just beyond the solution
of rolling seas and pollution
salted hands
salted lashes
salted wings
turned to ashes
(please come down)
Standing on a turpentine beach
the sky's growing blacker
the imagery
seems clear to me
a glowing symbol of danger
on the horizon
Under the angeldust
and the terminus
the heavens have already been turned
caught in the circling eye
of a cloudy high
is the feeling that i'm gonna get burned
(please come down)