Surely the shore will steal our love
Surely the shore will steal our love
All the things we talk about are swirling 'round the currents
Caught on plastic islands
Our love on plastic islands
Dvaraka, daroha[?]
Dvaraka, daroha
Dvaraka, daroha
Dvaraka, daroha
Surely the shore will steal our love
Surely the shore will steal our love
When the last man chokes on his great rotting concrete tower
Rid of his penetration
Flowers will crown the tower
Dvaraka, daroha[?]
Dvaraka, daroha
Dvaraka, daroha
Dvaraka, daroha