The Pastels - Leaving This Island lyrics

In the morning, you will breathe And in the evening, you'll believe No more cramping your style No more dampening your smile And oh, her house is homemade But she's leaving this island And oh, will you row? Or with a sail and a wind Will you go? Over the roadless land Your world curves towards me You came sailing across Not relaying your loss And oh, I've waited so long My childish writing is still there After all, east house to Norway Aeroplane through the rain And oh, her home is handmade But she's leaving this island Oh, will you row? Or with a sail and a wind Will you go?