Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Speaker for the Dead, artist - Gatsbys American Dream. Date of issue: 11.04.2005
Song language: English
Speaker for the Dead |
| Beaches make the sand white |
| Make the sand all romantic and shit |
| Palm trees, branches, imagine them |
| Green, naive, and shining with pride |
| Oh arrogant island being buried in humility |
| Like the beaches were buried in ash |
| Who will remember you now |
| Billows and billows see the smoke rise |
| Smoke stack for every sin |
| But did they believe that |
| At the center of the island was a volcano oh no |
| Oh no |
| Who will remember you now |
| You’re dead and gone |
| We came here on a plane |
| Just a couple of scientists |
| Among the ruins and remains |
| This island could have been saved |
| But some people just choose death |
| And can’t see a way out |
| Till their bones are all that’s left |
| Their chests were hollowed out |
| But some people never know |
| Too caught up in the beautiful |
| But their hearts a volcano |