So, don't try this at home.Yeah, there are parts of me I'll never know.My wild horses and my riverbeds.And in my throat, voices I'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 too scared to hit me now.He'd bring flowers instead.I need an island, somewhere to sink a stone.I need an island, somewhere to bury you, somewhere to go.The dogwoods shimmer in the October sun.Oh, sweet thing, 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.Ooh, ooh, ooh.Oh, no way, I can't have a sister.It's not my thing, yeah.No one's out here.You don't have to even move.What would you care if he steals from me?Steals from me.Steals from me.Yeah.It shines like jewels.And something's dying to steal.And it touches the beauty.Kiss, kiss, kick, yeah, yeah.Kiss, kiss, kick, kick.He steals from me.He steals my heart again.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.To go.Ooh.Ooh.Ooh.Ooh.Ooh.Thank you. How are you doing?You good?