You might say that I′m your castaway
Because I fell into your sea
To you I look a psychedelic lunatic
That don't matter none to me
I′ve got the costume for a castaway
And I can see your tattered life
We're at the altar of the high priest
I watch you dancing with his wife
I see you standing in the doorway
The light comes streaming down your back
And right behind you, there's a shadow
She is all dressed up in black
Make me the castaway
Make me the castaway
You might say that I′m your castaway
Because I fell into your sea
To you I look a psychedelic lunatic
That don′t matter none to me
Matter none to me
Writer(s): Simon Wilcox, Jordan Witzigreuter, Andrew Goldstein, Jake Miller Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
