Island

i’m off by myself again
i like things close to me
no need to load a gun
no need to walk a mile
volcanic voices say
«this island’s new to you
where’d all the people go?
where’s all the color now?»
the moon’s got its strength
and it knows you have more
but i’m content with wonder
i’m fine with this shore
you said you’ll do everything
i know i won’t, that’s okay
i live in shallow water
so i can see
so i can see the sand