I fell from the fortieth floor of a skyscraper out of gold
On an American poster, on an American poster

Diamonds and pearls on a ship on the horizon
Me and my beloved hiding in the locker
Guitars and gear in a blood coloured container
Under our feet ocean’s music is playing
Almonds and pears on a trip over the atlantic
John and some musicians are playing in the attic
Sitars and drum in a rust-covered cantina
Under our feet ocean’s music is playing

We were dancing long ago
We were dancing on our own
On an American poster, on an American poster
I fell from the fortieth floor of a skyscraper out of gold
On an American poster, on an American poster

Raisins and rum are afloat in the darkness
Chief and the spectators are climbing down the ladder
Vocals and shouting in an everlasting hour
Under our feet ocean’s music is playing
Tables and chairs are on drift in the ballroom
Me and my beloved are skating on the huddle
Fiddles and cello in the steel armoured deck
Under our feet ocean’s music is playing

We were dancing long ago
We were dancing on our own
On an American poster, on an American poster
I fell from the fortieth floor of a skyscraper out of gold
On an American poster, on an American poster

It’s a rough of a time
It’s a rough of a time