Island - Siv Jakobsen

It’s not what it seems

The glitter and the game

I’m not who I seem

I’m not some eager maid

To shape, to break, to recreate

I am an island

And here I’ll keep

Sifting art to gain

Make pennies from the pain

The glitter and the game

Forms a frightening refrain

To shape, to break, to recreate

I am an island

Hear my lines and you will know

All you’ll ever know of me

I have shared my cheapest thoughts

And my deepest lust

Isn’t that enough?

Don’t ask me what I mean

Or tell me what to be

I am not naive

Oh honey, I am free

To shape, to break, to recreate

I am an island, I am an island

Hear my lines and you will know

All you’ll ever know of me

I have shared my cheapest thoughts

And my deepest lust

Isn’t that enough?