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