[Verse 1]
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 gonna do something someone else will regret
I speak in smoke signals and you answer in code

[Chorus 1]
The fuse will have to run out sometime
Something here will eventually have to explode, have to explode

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus 2]
Five, four, three, two, one, watch for the flash
Something here will eventually have to explode, have to explode