Now you drag me Into the crater You kiss me ever so wildly If you kissed me here 70 years ago Oh what a romantic ending It clearly used to be One of the most obscure parks Now there’s smoke of a different kind here Is there possibly one or the other Absurd and romantic mind here
Now we are standing At the bay of angels At the most immaculate beach ever If the earthquake Drags us into the ocean Oh what a poetic ending They say they are tired Of our no future They can’t understand our self torture And our constant Flirt with death Is because we live for the moment
