Lowe-Tullin
You might say that I'm a castaway
Because I fell into your sea
To you I'm look a psychedelic lunatic
But that don't matter none to me.
I've got the costume for a castaway
And I can see your other life
We're at the altar of the High Priest
I watch you dancing with his wife.
I saw you standing in a doorway
The light was streamin' down your back
And right behind you was a shadow
She was all dressed up in black.
Castaway, make me the castaway
Castaway, make me the castaway.