The room had an old table fan
A red telephone and a beer stained bed
The streets were filled with drums and smoke
They were playing songs for the dead
And the bands went on and on
While we danced and fucked and drank up in our room
And the sea laid like a big black toad
In the light of the moon

We came down the winding road
[?] on the radio
The sun was loud and [?] with fever
And a big white halo
She sat back with her eyes closed
Beautiful like an eagle
She is the apple of my eye
And the eagle of my life

I'll get to marry
I'll get to marry her one day
She promised