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 istead.

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...