It`s six o`clock, the sun goes down
The hotel shudders with the sound Of Grim and Lily`s kiss good-bye
(Oh, baby, not good-bye)
Tired of their life of crime they make a plan for one last time
We`ll be on an island, far away, all alone
We`ll be on an island, tucked away, my love
We`re almost home
A painting of a velvet clown
Hides enough to skip this town
If Grim gets there before his boss
He`ll pull the final double-cross
Lily flicks her cigarette
Her face is tight and white and wet,
But Grim`s so tired of his gun
Says, "Lil, I wanna see the ocean"
We`ll be on an island, far away, all alone
We`ll be on an island, tucked away, my love
We`re almost home
Time is ticking, pulse is quickening
She`s sick about the thickness of this plot
Her fingers knot, the car is hot and it takes all the strength she`s got not to fall
apart when she hears the single shot
Lily bends to meet Grim`s face. As they hold hands, she whispers...
"We`ve come so far, we`re almost home, we`ve come so far. Don`t
give this up. Don`t give this up -- look in my eyes...
And you`ll see an island, far away, all alone. We`ll be on an island, tucked away, my
love, we`re almost home..."
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