Well then I dreamed we were washed up in New Guinea

Castaways on a hostile shore

Purple waves on the salty ocean breaking

The music flowing underneath your bedroom door





Wouldn't you know it, that's a fact

Wouldn't you know it, just in time for your vanishing act





I said "Hey Isadora, get undressed"

As if that's any way to treat a guest

Like the wild winds above us, frothing on the sky

You'll become immortal on the day that you die