An island washed to the sea
Breathing fire
Enjoy the beach
Because it's your job, paid and laid
Or else you're not doing it right
It feels so good
So easy
You could say I'm hooked
You could say I'm high
Go on inside, it's forty below
Out of the cold but you'll never leave
Take her hand and walk towards the shore
The red in her eye stares back from the deep
A perfect disguise to fit the description
They're painting the walls of the Hard Luck Motel
Counting the faces that watch from the windows
Pass by as you wave them goodnight
Oh I suppose I could fly I could fly
Hold the line if it keeps me alive
Go on inside, it's forty below
Out of the cold but you'll never leave
Take her hand and walk towards the shore
The red in her eye stares back from the deep
