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