You looked like an island in the seanAnd you wrote it on your arm for menYeah, you wrote it on your arm for menLike an island in the middle of the seannI was a vessel and you were the shorenBut I cannot touch your sands anymorenNo I cannot touch your sands anymorenAnd my vessel is to far to reach your shorennI felt your fingers holding the stringsnAnd the strings were nthe things that were holding menYeah the strings werenthe things that were holding menBut you cut them all so you could be freennThere are many shipsnstanding near your coastnI was the clostest one to see them through your ghostnI was the closest one to landing onnyour coastnnBut you're an island and the vesselnwho almost...n