Poets

If I could bring my favorite thing To an island, desert and dry It would not be you Or anyone new I would live there alone 'Til I die in the sand Tell me who you want Tell me where we'll go Tell me what you're writing about Have another drink Have another laugh After that it isn't worth hanging around, no Hold on, don't go Won't you teach me your ways And at the end of the day I'll cherish your beauty and youth Don't be alarmed: I'm a lover, unarmed Unless you're afraid of the truth that I'll tell Where you may have been Where you plan to go Makes not a difference to me 'Cause everyone kissed Everyone told And I'd do it again, don't you see Hold on, hold on Don't go, don't go Hold on, hold on Don't go, don't go Poets, come back Poets, come back