Speaker For The Dead Lyrics

Gatsby's American Dream Speaker For The Dead

Songwriters: Darling, Robert; Gajadhar, Rudy; Huffman, Kirk; Newsham, Nicholas;

Beaches make the sand white
Make the sand all romantic and shit
Palm trees, branches, imagine them
Green, naive and shining with pride
Oh, arrogant island being buried in humility
Like the beaches were buried in ash

Who will remember you now?
Billows and billows see the smoke rise
Smoke stack for every sin but did they believe that
At the center of the island was a volcano, oh no
Oh no, who will remember you now? You're dead and gone

We came here on a plane
Just a couple of scientists
Among the ruins and remains
This island could have been saved

But some people just choose death
And can't see a way out
Till their bones are all that's left
Their chests were hollowed out

But some people never know
Too caught up in the beautiful
But their heart's a volcano