Islands - Young the Giant

Five days

Underwater

Near your island

Off the coast

I know

Five ways

You were my lover

Incantation

Off the tide

In rhyme

Oh, what if the whole world finds you waiting

Oh, as it can so long now have

Oh, I thought you knew that I’d be coming

The way you move, a foreign groove, at night

I could never

I could never hold you

Watch it rise and where you hide your pearl

Feel the tide low where you cast those stones you wear

When no one’s home, do they feel cold on your bones

All the years I miss your warmth

Have you missed my warmth?

On your island