Island - Heather Nova

There are parts of me he’ll never know

My wild horses and my river beds

And in my throat voices he’ll never hear

He pulls at me like a cherry tree

And I can still move, but I don’t speak about it

Pretend I’m crazy, pretend I’m dead

He’s to scared to hit me now, he’ll bring flowers instead

I need an island, somewhere to sink a stone

I need an island, somewhere to bury you

Somewhere to go

And the dogwoods shimmer in October sun

«Oh sweet thing» he sings to me, «You're the only one.»

I need an island, somewhere to sink a stone

I need an island, somewhere to bury you, somewhere

I need an island, somewhere to sink a stone

I need an island, somewhere to bury you, somewhere to go

And I don’t know why I can’t tell my sister

He spat in my face again, and I don’t want to die here

You know that dream when your feet won’t move

You want to come but your body won’t let you

He steals it from me.

He steals it from me

It shines like sweat, like jewels

Like something that has died to soon

He fucks with the beauty

A kiss, a kick, a kiss, a kick, a kiss kiss kick

He steals it from me

It’s out of my hands again

I need an island, somewhere to sink a stone

I need an island, somewhere to bury you

Somewhere to go, to go…