Island

Island -The Whitest Boy Alive
Written by ：Marcin Öz/Erlend Öye/Sebastian Maschat/Daniel Nentwig
When I got back along my road
All the trees had come out as green
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