Surfer King

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