The islands off the coast are on fire

Yellow and Crimson

Just beyond calico beach

The fire's assention

Of gasoline burn red and grey

Is like the blazing corona of a midnite sun



Under the angel dust 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 burnedyeah yeah...



The islands off the coast are on fire

Orange and violet

Standing on a thundering (forbidden) beach

Frozen and silent

The rising sounds of burning ground

Is like the coming echo of a smoking gun



Under the angel dust 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 turn to ashes



Please come down

Please come down

Please come down



Standing on a turpentine beach





The star's coated blanket

The imagery seems clear to me

A glowing symbol of danger on the horizon



Under the angel dust 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

Is the feeling that I'm gonna get burned



Please come down

Please come down

Please come down



Please come down

Please come down

Please come down