Three, two, one... shot!

It was short and elusive
Like never before, never before
One of those moments that leaves the sign for
A long long time, a long long time
Dry dry island, wind amid hair
Black black sand, some photos, memories
Nothing more

Holiday quip
I want unveil myself
I wanna grip you
No tricks
And creeps

In her dress
Red red fire, red red fire
She carried behind
The sea's smell, the sea's smell.
We drink something somewhere
Down, Down, Down to the bar
The night begins, the night begins

Holiday quip
I want unveil myself
I wanna grip you
No tricks
And creeps

Which quip!
What say the "sarchions"!...