I stand close just close enough to see
Your eyelids close and shutter up in front of what you see
He pulls his gun and holds it up in fear
Gladly there is no one left to back him up in here
Your soul's an asylum, just like the 90's were
This world is an island at my door
I stand close just close enough to touch
His arm as he walks by bearing those solid rusty cuffs
His eyes say no i'm innocent I swear
But I smell fear and feel his guilt inside that lonely stare
My heart is an island off the coast of you, I'll follow you trail until I find you
I reason with him, hold the picture, up at him but nothing seems to work
My heart is an island, just off the coast of you, and i'll follow your trail until it takes we to you