When I got back along my road,
All the trees had come out the screen.
Nobody called for many days.

I was left in my little world.
Lived through the smell of painted floors,
Echoing the sound.

Off running water through the pipes,
And posters falling down.
When I woke up the second day,

All the noises have disappeared.
Down the street I chose a path,
And walked to the end of it.

Of all the words you sent to me,
There was one that I couldn't bear.
One that for me meant everything,

I think you got mixed up with care,
Taking care, taking care.
Live on the island.

Live on the island.
Live on the island.
Live on the island.