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 ocean The sea level 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