Angeldust (Please Come Down) - Jump Little Children

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 balzing corona

Of a midnight sun

Under the angelfust

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

The islands off the coast are on fire

Orange and violet

Standing on a thundering beach

Frozen in silence

The rising sound

Of burning ground

Is like a carbon echo

Of a smoking gun

Just beyond the solution

Of rolling seas and pollution

Salted hands

Salted lashes

Salted wings

Turned to ashes

Standing on a turpentine beach

The sky’s growing blacker

The imagery

Seems clear to me

A glowing symbol of danger

On the horizon