Texty: Heather Nova. Wonderlust. Island.

There are other 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 too scared to hit me now
He?ll bring flowers instead

I need an island somewhere to sink a stone
I need an island somewhere to bury you, somewhere to go

And dogwoods shimmer in the 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, move
You want to come but your body won?t let you

He steals it from me, he steals it from me
It shines, 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, kick, 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
I need an island somewhere to sink a stone
I need an island somewhere to bury you, somewhere to go, to go

I need an island, I need an island
I need an island somewhere to sink a stone
I need an island somewhere to bury you, somewhere to go
I need an island somewhere to sink a stone
I need an island somewhere to bury you, somewhere to go

I need an island somewhere to sink a stone
I need an island somewhere to bury you, somewhere to go