On Echo Beach I watch the sun go down.
There has to be an invisible sun,
That brings it's heat to everyone....
feel the heat, burning you up ,ready or not...
Dancing, screaming, itching, squealing, fevered
feeling hot, hot, hot!
And found myself alone alone
Alone above a raging sea
That stole the only girl I loved
And drowned her deep inside of me
And I don't feel any sorrow towards the kings and queens
of the butterfly collectors
But they keep you hanging on
Until you’re well hung
Your mouth is made up but your mind is undone
Oh I can't control myself
Don't leave me hanging on the telephone