What fire possess you
to live the way you do?
From the cliffs of Oahu:
a hymn for a holy fool.
From a peeling mountian
in our final days.
Said "I'm sorry but I can't stay,
I'm tangled up in power lines."
There's no glory and there's no blaze.
Do you still have some part to play?
Do you have anything to say
before you take this leap of faith?
From a great volcano
in a final blaze.
Now we're strangers in a strange place
at the margins of the Earth.
But we weren't better off
in paradise.
All we ever got
were parasites.
We weren't better off
in paradise.
All we ever got
were parasites.
Say to me
we're going home.
Say aloha
we're on our own from now on.
In a breath he vanished
he just flew away.
Now he's tangled up in power lines
at the margins of the Earth.
