5 acessos
The ship went down to lay on the ground
At the bottom of the sea
I wound up on a deserted island
When the ancient lights held their dances in the sky
Well, they nearly got me thinking that I could stay
But I had to get out right away
But at last my shoes dropped back in the grooves
Of the city's slippery stairs
I stepped out on a deserted eyeland
When the mirrors on the moon shine down onto my lagoon
They make me think a lot about a rental car
Filled with half a tank of gas
Or what it would take to get me past
All the welcome signs they planted on the edge of town
Man, I must surely be the luckiest guy around
Spending all this time above the ground
And the part that's right before the end
Goes over and over again:
"We all live on a deserted eyeland."
And the part that's right before the end
Goes over and over again:
"We all live on a deserted eyeland."