From the recording The Moth Collection
Lyrics
The palm trees on fire
Are foreign to this land
My drug is a liar
Straight down the hatch
These places we go
The people you know
As fake as the palms
All in a row
It hits like a train
Through surface veins
She tricked me again
Now I’m in flames
It gets me high
I’ll burn again
Before the end
Oasis lover
I barely survived
But romance recovered
She’s back by my side
Under the covers
Along for the ride
Sheets start to smother
Romance dies