There are parts of me he'll never know, my
wild horses and my river beds, and in my 
throat voices he'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'll bring
flowers instead

I need an island, somewhere to sink a stone
I need an island, somewhere to bury you,
somewhere to go

And the dogwoods shimmer in the October
sun, "oh sweet thing", he 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

And I don't know why I can't tell my sister
He spat in my face again, and I don't want
to die here. You know that dream when 
your feet won't move, you want to come
but your body won't let you. He steals it 
from me. He steals it from me. It shines
like sweat, like jewels, like something that
has died too soon, He fucks with the
beauty. A kiss, a kick, a kiss, a kick, a kiss
kiss kick. He steals it from me. It's out of
my hands again.

I need an island, somewhere to sink a stone
I need an island, somewhere to bury you,
somewhere to go, to go...