Going To Monaco

Spoken:
 ...the sargeant drop to the ground
 In the shadow of a low branch
 They heard a branch crack to the left
 Then the sound of footsteps
 Two of the renegades carrying firewood, a third with a rifle
 Were walking towards them
 Closer and closer
 The sea gobbles up the full sun
 And i look at you and i know you're the one
 The one i used to know something about
 And i try to say what it was, but the words won't come out
 And you ask me to hold you
 That's the devils' work.
 You show your palms and i see they're empty
 And i'd check them twice if you'd let me
 But you wouldn't do that now would you?
 I didn't think so.
 And you ask me to hold you
 That's the devils' work.
 We stand on the sand and we watch the world turn
 And we stand on the sand and we watch the water burn
 And we stand on the sand six inches from one another
 And the sands burn and blow and neither one of runs for cover
 And you ask me to hold you
 That's the devils' work.
 And you ask me to hold you
 That's the devils' work