Behind the red door, in American skin
There is a murder of roses
In the midnight hiss, come cover me there

For I am electric nothing

CHORUS

Out on the tide, strangers all
Are drowning by
Under eclipse, I wait for your kiss

With the beating of all...
These idiot hearts


And no more evil now, no horror sound
No maniac song from tyrant
And the surfer king will show me everything

In the great, green flash of the evening

CHORUS

Out on the tide, strangers we ride
Smoke in our eyes
Under eclipse, I wait for your kiss

With the beating of all...
These idiot hearts