Where do I go, when it’s all blown over,
Where do I start when it’s all gone to the dogs,
I am not bitter, I’m just trying to recover,
from my island of loneliness.
Where do I hide, from the careless words you speak,
I’m not immune, I just want to see beyond,
beyond my island of loneliness.
So what should I say, I hear the cannons fire in the distance,
is there a place for the tide to change my heart,
stop wasting time, collecting lines of girls, wake up out of it
in my arms, out of your island of loneliness.
euzicasa 