I drew myself an island
Of what I am made from
I built it round my consciousness
Next to a town called love
Then I looked around and saw
Land stretched on and on
Until it reached the furthest shore
And love itself was gone
Fear became a forest
Contained by a mountain range
s** romance and tenderness
Laid out on the page
Then I looked around and saw
Land stretched on and on
Until it reached the other shore
And love itself was gone
Of what I am made from
I built it round my consciousness
Next to a town called love
Then I looked around and saw
Land stretched on and on
Until it reached the furthest shore
And love itself was gone
Fear became a forest
Contained by a mountain range
s** romance and tenderness
Laid out on the page
Then I looked around and saw
Land stretched on and on
Until it reached the other shore
And love itself was gone