Have to Explode

Tile floor of the bathroom, scrubbed clean and bright

Checkerboard white and gray

Towels from the Ritz-Carlton hotel in Kingston, Jamaica

I can still see the rust colored stains today

The stage is set, someone's going to do something someone else will regret

I speak in smoke signals and you answer in code

The fuse will have to run out sometime

Something here will eventually have to explode, have to explode

You and me lying on the tile floor, trying to keep cool, restless all night

Sweating out the poison as the temperature climbs

Staring up, up at the hundred-watt light that burns above

Name one thing about us two anyone could love

We roll out the red carpet when rotten luck comes down the road

Five, four, three, two, one, watch for the flash

Something here will eventually have to explode

Have to explode