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