Radical Dads Little Tomb
Come on come on
My friend come back
I've been waiting out here since the attack
We can stay together in my dunes and pretend that this is our little tomb
You are the pharaoh and I am the queen
Bring all your records and your magazines
This modern eloquence is fine
Waiting out the end of time
Families used to vacations
Up and down the coast
I will go to destinations
It's a concrete ghost
The unlucky's bubbling up
I guess that we are stuck here
I'm dreaming the disasters again
Avalanches that never end
Riding out the waves
In a private grave
We can decay
Without a sound
Come on come on
My friend come back
I've been waiting out here since the attack
We can stay together in my dunes and pretend that this is our little tomb