When your old friend sends the invite
We’re dead sure it’s just the right night
Drive out of the city crazy far
Until the sky’s a million billion stars

People swimming like in Eden
It’s a paradise for heathens
Faces dance in mirrors everywhere
Your old friend wears a garden in her hair

I see arachnids run from geckos
In a house that’s pure Art Deco
And has paintings by El Greco
Can you hear the evening echo?

Can you hear the evening echo?
Can you hear the echo ring?
Can you hear the evening echo?
Can you hear the songs I sing?

He goes walking in the desert
Dressed in nothing but a nightshirt
He disappears behind some jumbo rocks
Later on, the cops will find his socks

I see arachnids run from geckos
In a house that’s pure Art Deco
And has paintings by El Greco
Can you hear the evening echo?

Can you hear the evening echo?
Can you hear the evening ring?
Can you hear the evening echo?
Can you hear the song I sing?

I’m thinking that the party is so cool
And then we find the body in the pool

I can hear the evening echo!
I can hear the evening ring!
I can hear the evening echo!
I can hear the songs you sing!

I can hear the evening echo!
I can hear the songs you sing!
I can hear the evening echo!
I can hear the evening ring!