It's six o'clock, the sun goes down 

The hotel shudders with the sound Of Grim and Lily's kiss good-bye 

(Oh, baby, not good-bye) 

Tired of their life of crime they make a plan for one last time 



We'll be on an island, far away, all alone 

We'll be on an island, tucked away, my love 

We're almost home 



A painting of a velvet clown 

Hides enough to skip this town 

If Grim gets there before his boss 

He'll pull the final double-cross 

Lily flicks her cigarette 

Her face is tight and white and wet, 

But Grim's so tired of his gun 

Says, "Lil, I wanna see the ocean" 



We'll be on an island, far away, all alone 

We'll be on an island, tucked away, my love 

We're almost home 



Time is ticking, pulse is quickening 

She's sick about the thickness of this plot 

Her fingers knot, the car is hot and it takes all the strength she's got not to fall 

apart when she hears the single shot 



Lily bends to meet Grim's face. As they hold hands, she whispers... 

"We've come so far, we're almost home, we've come so far. Don't 

give this up. Don't give this up -- look in my eyes... 

And you'll see an island, far away, all alone. We'll be on an island, tucked away, my 

love, we're almost home..."