Hot sand, the smell of diesel On the back of my hand The map is fading and the Photographs blow out in a string of flares Strike a match and burn Through the season We’ll all go down with The sun-drenched heathens Dancing as the lanterns Softly sway
I want to feel love Get caught in the echo chamber I want to get crushed In the beautiful machine
Oh, the coastline is ghostly The lighthouse on the hill Cold and still The shore keeps getting closer To the highway The ocean is closing in Cold and still
Signal fades, accelerate The stars are cold and hard Reflected in the water Where an Exxon sign blinks on And on…
I want to feel love Get caught in the echo chamber I want to get crushed In the beautiful machine Kaleidoscope collapses Brings me up to the rapture I want to get caught In the beautiful machine