Vampires wait to dance on my gravenLawyers that gather around a disasternStep on the gas, our glorious pastnIs catching up with us and on the horizonnnYou can almost make outnThe shape of a mouthnIn the billowing cloudsnWhere the lost island is foundnnChild on my lap, taking a napnKnowing that nothing can ever be stolennAnd you paint the jug, paint it with lovenAs if you were the one girl who needed remindingnnYou can almost make outnThe shape of a mouthnWhere the rocks beginnThats where the lost island isnnOh wonder whynSome wait for the signs nBut you'll always be my girlnSun diving offnLike birds from the rocksnYou'll always be my girlnnYou can almost make outnThe shape of a mouthnAnd the contours of EarthnAnd I promise you one day I will return