Do you flex the strips on thee own orange?

Do you bump the chest for the sweet danger?

oh sweet danger

And I thank that she has no care

if shes burned in the final flare

And they say she is scorched

and dancing with longing

And she sings back to life

and it's louder than the kick drum

and it's louder than the snare

and it's louder than the toms that sit beside of her.



Whoa-ohh-oh-oh-oh-ohh

Whoa-ohh-oh-oh-oh-ohh

Whoa-ohh-oh-oh-oh-ohh (haa-ah-ah-ahhm)

Whoa-ohh-oh-oh-oh-ohh



And we drove across the bridge

and we missed the exit

for treasure island,

but I was so excited

just to be in your car

oh fuck treasure island,

oh fuck treasure island.

My smile's as white as the bay

Did you see, didn't I?

For hours and hours and hours

I was alive that day.



Whoa-ohh-oh-oh-oh-ohh

Whoa-ohh-oh-oh-oh-ohh

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhh (haa-ah-ah-ahhm)

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhh (haa-ah-ah-ahhm)