Be Bop Deluxe
Islands of the Dead
Come with me to the fire festivalLet us burn each other blindLet us dance, let us dance awayDance till the end of time.Come with me to the islands of the deadTo the soul house, to the fire-houseTo smoke and ash of laughter in your headSweet laughter, here afterEver after, in the islands of the dead.Pack up all your mortal memoriesCloak your soul in sleepThe moon is in the windowAnd the wind is in the treesThese things are yours to keep.Oh come with me to the islands of the deadLet us sail sail sail sail awayTo smoke and ash of laughter in your headSweet laughter, here afterEver after, in the islands of the deadIn the islands of the deadIn the islands of the deadIn the islands of the deadIn the islands of the deadIn the islands of the dead.
From Letras Mania