Island

Island - The Whitest Boy Alive

Written by：Marcin Öz/Erlend Öye/Sebastian Maschat/Daniel Nentwig

When I got back along my road

All the trees had come out as green

Nobody called for many days

I was left in my little world

Lived through the smell of painted floors

Echoing the sound

Off running water through the pipes

And posters falling down

When I woke up the second day

All the noises have disappeared

Down the street I chose a path

And walked to the end of it

Of all the words you sent to me

There was one that I couldn't bear

One that for me meant everything

I think you got mixed up with care

Taking care taking care

Live on the island

Live on the island

Live on the island

Live on the island