Tile floor of the bathroom
Scrubbed clean and bright
Checkerboard white and gray

Towels from the Ritz Carlton hotel
In Kingston, Jamaica
I can still see the rust colored stains today
The stage is set
Someone's gonna do something
Someone else will regret
I speak in slow signals
And you answer in code
Years'll have to run out sometime
Something here will eventually have to explode
Have to explode

You and me lying on the tile floor
Trying to keep cool
Restless all night
Sweating out the poison
As the temperature climbs
Staring up, up
At the hundred watt light that burns above
Name one thing about us two
Anyone could love
We rolled out the red carpet
When rotten luck rolls down the road
Five, four, three, two, one
Watch for the flash
Something here will eventually have to explode
Have to explode