End of May

Close your eyes and roll the dice

Under the board, there's a compromise

If, after all, we only live twice

Which life's the run road to paradise?

Don't say a word

Here comes the break of the day

And white clouds of sand raised by the wind

Of the end of May

Close your eyes and make a bet

Face to the glare of the sunset

This is about as far as we get

You haven't seen me disguised yet

Don't say a word

Here comes the break of the day

And white clouds of sand raised by the wind

Of the end of May

Close your eyes and make a wish

Under the stone, there's a stonefish

Hold your breath, then roll the dice

It might be the run road to paradise

Don't say a word

Here comes the break of the day

And white clouds of sand raised by the wind

Of the end

Don't say a word

Here comes the break of the day

And white clouds of sand raised by the wind

Of the end of May