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
Of 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
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