Come with me to a marshmallow island,
where reality's sticky but the imagery's great,
and we can live life in reverse,
and we can make love in reverse,
and whatever we can do we can float on through,
because we have invented an ocean in  kerosene blue,

Come with me to a marshmallow island,
'till the ocean consumes us along with the trees and the people,
and creatures that comforted us,
will be long gone, dead and diseased,
peak.