ŞARKI SÖZÜ
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
