Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh 

 Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh 

 Tee door slammed loud and rose up a cloud of dust on us 

 Footsteps follow, down through the hollw sound, torn up 

 And you will go to mykonos 

 with a vision of a gentle coast 

 And a sun to maybe dissipate 

 Shadows of the mess you made 

 Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh 

 Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh 

 How did any holes in the snow—tipped pines, l find 

 Hatching trom the seed of your thin mind, all night