3.Island(Live In Gent)
Lyricist：Heather Nova
Writer(s)：Heather Nova
There are parts of me he'll never know, my wild horses and my
river beds, and in my throat voices he'll never hear.
He pulls at me like a cherry tree, and I can still move but I
don't speak about it.
Pretend I'm crazy, pretend I'm dead. He's to scared to hit me
now - he'll bring flowers istead
I need an island, somewhere to sink a stone
I need an island, somewhere to bury you,
Somewhere to go
And the dogwoods shimmer in October sun, 'oh sweet thing', he
sings to me,
'You're the only one.'
I need an island, somewhere to sink a stone
I need an island somewhere to bury you,
Somewhere
I need an island, somewhere to sink a stone
I need an island, somewhere to bury you,
Somewhere to go.
And I don't know why I can't tell my sister, He spat in my face
again, and I don't want to die here. You know that dream when
your feet won't move, you want to come but your body won't let
you. He steals it from me.He steals it from me. It shines like
sweat, like jewels, like something that has died to soon. He
fucks with the beauty. A kiss, a kick, a kiss, a kick, a kiss
kiss kick. He steals it from me. It's out of my hands again.
I need an island, somewhere to sink a stone
I need an island, somewhere to bury you,
Somewhere to go, to go.....
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