Well then i dreamed we were washed up in new guinea Castaways on a hostile shore Purple waves on the salty ocean breaking The music flowing underneath your bedroom door Wouldn't you know it, that's a fact Wouldn't you know it, just in time for your vanishing act I said "hey isadora, get undressed" As if that's any way to treat a guest Like the wild winds above us, frothing on the sky You'll become immortal on the day that you die