Snake eyes in paradise

Citric acid bubbles  
for the pouting serpent  
someone else i once knew  
cooked up his soul on a spoon  
 
Chain smoking the fumes of a burning fuse  
you can roll a snake eyes  
and be washed up on the shores of paradise  
someone i once knew  
 
Soul was always on the loose  
it'll help you tie your noose  
you make me think i should use my tie  
and step up somewhere high  
 
But not tonight mate,  
we shall lay for the suns wake  
hold the thought  
pull out the telephone line  
i've rolled a snake eyes  
and im washed up in paradise  
 
Left my soul on hold  
when he just wanted someone to hold  
holding me in the shadow of adversity  
holding me in the shadow of who i could be  
 
When we slept in the car  
scratching poetry into the frosted glass  
drinking the memories of our past  
hoping the future will never ask of me