Hot sand, the smell of diesel
On the back of my hand
The map is fading and the
Photographs blow out in a string of flares
Strike a match and burn
Through the season
We’ll all go down with
The sun-drenched heathens
Dancing as the lanterns
Softly sway

I want to feel love
Get caught in the echo chamber
I want to get crushed
In the beautiful machine

Oh, the coastline is ghostly
The lighthouse on the hill
Cold and still
The shore keeps getting closer
To the highway
The ocean is closing in
Cold and still

Signal fades, accelerate
The stars are cold and hard
Reflected in the water
Where an exxon sign blinks on
And on…

I want to feel love
Get caught in the echo chamber
I want to get crushed
In the beautiful machine
Kaleidoscope collapses
Brings me up to the rapture
I want to get caught
In the beautiful machine