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

Out on the tide strangers all are drowing by
Under eclipse i wait for your kiss
with 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 ride
smoke in our eyes
under eclipse, i wait for your kiss
with the beating of all these idiot hearts