My Island

Well I don't know why I mind
Seeing you wash up on my sunken shoreline
A shadow to cast the time
With a stick in the sand to write this just doesn't feel right

Well it's my island
That you're standing on
And you're not welcome here
All these trees and seeds
They're screaming out
No you're not welcome here

You got a burn to your back all day
You hack at the leaves
To leave a brand new pathway
But the soil won't breed for you
Though you try and you try the seeds
They just won't bear you fruit

It's cause it's my island
That you're planting on
And you're not welcome here
All my trees and seeds
They're screaming out
No you're not welcome here

Well you're gonna find one day
Trudging the rocks of the base
To find the heart of me
A woman engraved in stone
Centered inside of the room
Of what you hope to call your home
You're hacking away at her bones
You're trying to turn yourself
Into that same old stone

Till she crumbles away to dust
And you lie on your back in her place
And become one of us

Well it's our island now
Yes, of course you're welcome here
We can lie on our backs and watch the planes go by
As they disappear
I know you're tired, weak, and weary, darling
But let this one thing in your head
Oh
Just beware of women washing up on shore
They'll steal you from your bed
Just beware of women washing up on shore
They'll steal you from your bed
Just beware of women washing up on shore
They'll steal you from your bed