It’s six o’clock, the sun goes down   The hotel shudders with the sound   Of Grim and Lily’s kiss good-bye   (“Oh, baby, not good-bye)   Tired of this life of crime   They make a plan for one last time.      We’ll be on an island, far away,   All alone   We’ll be on an island tucked away, my love   We’re almost home.      A painting of a velvet clown   Hides enough to skip this town   If Grim gets there before his boss   He’ll pull the final double cross   Lily flicks her cigarette   Her face is tight and white and wet   But Grim’s so tired of his gun   Says, “Lil, I wanna see the ocean.”      We’ll be on an island, far away,   All alone   We’ll be on an island tucked away, my love   We’re almost home.      Time is ticking, pulse is quickening   She’s sick about the thickness of this plot   Her fingers knot, the car is hot   And it takes all the strength she’s got   Not to fall apart when she hears the single shot      Lily bends to meet Grim’s face   As they hold hands she whispers,   “We’ve come so far, we’re almost home,   We’ve come so far.   Don’t give this up   Don’t give this up   Look in my eyes…   And you’ll see an island, far away,   All alone   We’ll be on an island tucked away, my love   We’re almost home.”