Behind the red door in american skinthere is a murder of roses
In the midnight hiss come cover me there
For i am electric nothing
Out on the tide strangers all are drowing by
Under eclipse i wait for your kisswith the beating of all these idiot hearts
No more evil now, no horror sound, no maniac song from a tyrant
And the surfer king will show me everything in the great green flash of the evening
Out on the tide strangers we ridesmoke in our eyesunder eclipse, i wait for your kisswith the beating of all these idiot hearts