If our raincoats were any indication
It was a wet one like the beach at Fuller's home

My visions of Suzanna drinking missiles
My visions of the past I left alone

I blotch your memory like my youthfulness
But even certain sounds can cause a dirty mess

(break)

Before I left I kissed your cheek and wept
I've never hated to hate to love like this

My shirt, its reds and blues they stain my skin
I told the two I love that I'd be back again

If puddles and the scraps of cloth return…
I'd give a thousand pounds just for a sunburn

Congratulations, to your ghost