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 drowning by

Under eclipse, I wait for your kiss

With the beating of all

These idiot hearts

And no more evil now, no horror sound

No maniac song from 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