Still lives in the tropics,
Destination
Of destinations,
The paint which is fading,
Touched up for the tourist season,
Season.
The breeze which is breathing
Encircling,
Above the sea
And the laundry on the cable
Is taken down so the tourists won't see...
See...
Rode in silent thoughts
Making silent streets to
The tunnel of armories
Silencing the crackled
Luxury liners,
Dump them off here every year,
They're dancing to the DJs,
Dancing while we're stuck down here...
Here...
Rode in silent thoughts
Making silent streets to
The tunnel of armories
Silencing the crackled