Angeldust

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 blazing corona

Of a midnight sun

Under the angeldust

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

Under the angeldust

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

Just beyond the solution

Of rolling seas and pollution

Salted hands

Salted lashes

Salted wings

Turned to ashes

(Please come down)

Standing on a turpentine beach

The sky's growing blacker

The imagery

Seems clear to me

A glowing symbol of danger

On the horizon

Under the angeldust

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

(Please come down)