Out on this island,
far from the cage that most will know,
nothing was sacred,
no other footprints in the snow.
You took me down, girl,
down to a place where I don't go.
Now I hunger for you.
Baby I hunger for you.
The trace of you on my fingers,
laughs at the rain.
The opiate angel,
the Jones in my vein.
Something so desperate inside,
something I just can't explain.
Baby I hunger for you.
Baby I hunger for you.
Holding on to something pure.
Holding on to something pure.
Holding on to something pure.
Out on this island,
the wind in my soul is never still.
This weathered asylum,
just can't keep out the chill.
I'm scared that I'll find you.
I'm scared even more I never will.
Baby I hunger for you.
Baby
I hunger for you.
I hunger.