Blood runs like your makeup
In this slow-motion dream
Your blue jeans are torn
And there's blood on the leaves

Seen you in my dreams
Of love and falling bombs
Young roses lie dead
When the napalm smell is gone

I'm sleepwalking through cities of fire
Bikini atoll, napalm honey
Never burned so bright
Exploding Roman candles tonight
Those tears remind me of nuclear rain
When the fireflies went to their grave
There's blood on this sad girl's white t-shirt
Coming home from war was never fun

I'm sleepwalking through cities of surf
Waves exploding on shore, no fair game
Fifteen tanned boys weeping in the sand
Pacific hell and bloodstained oceans
My sweetheart I never saw again
She went missing, she never came back
Bombs fell on palm trees and hot rod cars
Radios silenced by grieving boys
The palm trees burning down
And your kisses are wild
You smile at orange skies
And I wake up on the west side