When you spelled my name At the basement halls of an old café By the end of May It was not too hot But I could see you glow Like a cigarette When I spelled your name ♪ Where the beatniks pray Men are fighting now As you speak of love And you ask me how Then you head out west To the seven isles There's conquest in Your Algerian eyes And they're moving in Through your northern coasts And I'm crumbling down By the dessert cross And your ships now burn And their flags are high Pray for sandstorms now As the wind blows high And your ships now burn And their flags are high Pray for sandstorms now As the wind blows high