Pack up your bags

We're going down

Put up your white flag

Take off your golden crown

The sun, it does burn

On all those crops you've sewn

You live

And you learn

You know that some things never grow

Like your luck

And your chances

Everyday, I stand at the edge of my island

And the ocean, it looks at me

I can feel the water over my head

And I feel so sorry

I feel like pretending

I can only depend on my island

And me

The bottle, it bubbles

And it bursts on the move

All of my troubles

That made me look so cool and so smooth

Whеn I'd order some Jack

In my hands

Was the world

Now my lifе's in my pack

I've got nothing left, but words

Didn't think I'd need much

Mostly

What is it now?

That damn ringing in my head

It's your voice

Somehow, that weighs my heart down like lead

It's too late to turn 'round

I've thrown it all away

The time is not now

Maybe I'll come back, someday

Once I can look straight

At the mirror

Everyday, I stand at the edge of my island

And the ocean, it looks at me

I can feel the water over my head

And I feel so sorry

I feel like pretending

I can only depend on my island

And me

My island, and me