Oppenheimer - Loney, Dear

Millions of suns over Bikini islands

A thin man, a trick

His relief a disaster

A rose, a pearl

Were all to be ruined

And then the sun rose

Billions of tons over Robert’s islands

A fashion to come

Over voices that break

A glitch, a curse

The shake of the earth

And then the sun rose

High is the tide

That wash out the memories

Low lie the stars

Now is the time

To wash off your burdens

From now there’s no right from wrong

Trickle of tears running down to the ocan

The sea levl rose

At the flick of the fingers

The rumors had

The beaches were floating

And then the sun rose

High is the tide

That wash out the memories

Low lie the stars

Now is the time

To wash off your burdens

From now there’s no right from wrong