The islands off the coast are on fire   Yellow and crimson   Just beyond calico beach   The fire's ascension   Of gasoline   Burned red and green   Is like the blazing corona   Of a midnight sun      Under the angeldust   And the terminus   The heavens have already been turned   Caught in the circling eye   Of a cloudy high   Is the feeling that I'm gonna get burned (yeah...)      The islands off the coast are on fire   Orange and violet   Standing on a thundering beach   Frozen in silence   The rising sounds   Of burning ground   Is like the carbon echo   Of a smoking gun      Under the angeldust   And the terminus   The heavens have already been turned   Caught in the circling eye   Of a cloudy high   Is the feeling that I'm gonna get burned      Just beyond the solution   Of rolling seas and pollution   Salted hands   Salted lashes   Salted wings   Turned to ashes      Please come down   Please come down   Please come down      Standing on a turpentine beach      The sky's growing blacker   The imagery   Seems clear to me   A glowing symbol of danger   On the horizon      Under the angeldust and the terminus   The heavens have already been turned   Caught in the circling eye of a cloudy high   Is the feeling that I'm gonna get burned   Is the feeling that I'm gonna get burned      Please come down   Please come down      Please come down   Please come down      Please come down   Please come down