Give Up The Sun The Gun Club

My hotel is blue
Beautiful ocean blue

Paint melting off the walls
And I can hardly breathe
Young men nod against the palms
Turn blue and fail to breathe

But, I came here to see

So
Give up the Sun, Give up the Sun
One hundred thousand times
I live just to hear you say
(I live just for once to? I live just to want to?)
Give up the sun, give up the sun...

Down along the beachline
Gulls pick at bones and glass

Old Jew remembers Broadway
Among the tires and glass
I try to remember Broadway
I had a friend up there at last

And she can't help me now