Behind the red door
An American skin
There is a murder of roses
And in the midnight haze
Come cover me there
Where I am electric nothing
Out on the tide
Strangers are
Drowning by
Under eclipse
I wait for your kiss
With the beating and hum of
These idiot hearts
No more evil now
No horror sound
No maniac song from the tyrant
And the surfer king
Will show me everything
In the great green flash of the evening
Out on the tide
Strangers, we ride
Smoke in our eyes
Under eclipse
I wait for your kiss
With the beating and hum of
These idiot hearts