Well then I dreamed we were washed up in new guinea
Castaways on a hostile shore
Purple waves on the salty ocean breaking
The music flowing underneath your bedroom door
Wouldnt you know it, thats a fact
Wouldnt you know it, just in time for your vanishing act
I said "hey isadora, get undressed"
As if thats any way to treat a guest
Like the wild winds above us, frothing on the sky
Youll become immortal on the day that you die
