Lost Island - Crowded House

Vampires wait to dance on my grave

Lawyers that gather around a disaster

Step on the gas, our gloroious past

Is catching up with us

And on the horizon

You can almost make out

The shape of a mouth

In billowing clouds

Where the lost island is found

Child on my lap, taking a nap

Knowing that nothing can ever be stolen

If you paint the jug, paint it with love

As if you were one girl that needed reminding

You can almost make out

The shape of a mouth

Where the rocks begin

That’s where the lost island ends

I wonder why some wait for the signs

You will always be my girl

Sun diving off

Like birds from the rocks

You’ll always be my girl

You can almost make out

The shape of a mouth

And the contours of Earth

I Promise you, one day I’ll return