Gatsby's American Dream - Speaker For The Dead lyrics

beaches make the sand white make the sand all romantic and sh** palm trees, branches, imagine them green, naive, and shining with pride oh arrogant island being buried in humility like the beaches were buried in ash who will remember you now billows and billows see the smoke rise smoke stack for every sin but did they believe that at the center of the island was a volcano oh no oh no who will remember you now you're dead and gone we came here on a plane just a couple of scientists among the ruins and remains this island could have been saved but some people just choose d**h and can't see a way out till their bones are all that's left their chests were hollowed out but some people never know, too caught up in the beautiful but their hearts a volcano