Island

When I got back along my road,

All the trees had come out the screen.

Nobody called for many days.

I was left in my little world.

Lived through the smell of painted floors,

Echoing the sound.

Off running water through the pipes,

And posters falling down.

When I woke up the second day,

All the noises have disappeared.

Down the street I chose a path,

And walked to the end of it.

Of all the words you sent to me,

There was one that I couldn't bear.

One that for me meant everything,

I think you got mixed up with care,

Taking care, taking care.

Live on the island.

Live on the island.

Live on the island.

Live on the island.