The islands off the coast are on fire

Yellow and crimson

Just beyond calico beach

The fire's ascension

Of gasoline

Burned red and green

Is like the blazing corona

Of a midnight sun



Under the angeldust

And the terminus

The heavens have already been turned

Caught in the circling eye

Of a cloudy high

Is the feeling that I'm gonna get burned



The islands off the coast are on fire

Orange and violet

Standing on a thundering beach

Frozen in silence

The rising sound

Of burning ground

Is like a carbon echo

Of a smoking gun



Under the angeldust

And the terminus

The heavens have already been turned

Caught in the circling eye

Of a cloudy high

Is the feeling that I'm gonna get burned



Just beyond the solution

Of rolling seas and pollution

Salted hands

Salted lashes

Salted wings

Turned to ashes

Please come down

Please come down

Please come down



Standing on a turpentine beach

The sky's growing blacker

The imagery

Seems clear to me

A glowing symbol of danger

On the horizon



Under the angeldust

And the terminus

The heavens have already been turned

Caught in the circling eye

Of a cloudy high

Is the feeling that I'm gonna get burned

Is the feeling that I'm gonna get burned



Please come down (x6)