Besedila: Throwing Muses. White Bikini Sand.

Come clean on the white bikini sand
Hold me on the white bikini sand

I wish you would

It's high noon all around
It's hard to spot the villain and the clown
When you only see through heavy, heavy lids

The white bikini sand

A sunburn later I'm a coward and a fool
Yak about the open road

Yak and yak until today
When a firestorm blew them away

John saw on a white bikini sand
His shadow on a white bikini sand
On fire
On fire