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