when I got back along my road,
all the trees had come out as green.
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.