Speaker For The Dead Lyrics - Gatsby's American Dream

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