Your Island

I wish we could sit 'round the table And talk about the time in between I wish we could talk about it later About where you've been And is everybody partying out there And is there fruit on every tree Maybe just water and air Shu shu Shu shu I'm standing in front of your island With the water to my knees I can't get on it, I can't get on it I walk on buried keys The tide is too strong I leave you behind Between your beloved trees Is this paradise Is this paradise This is a sick song but it's how I feel I mean I'm obscure And you are white as snow And light, light, feather light But I want you heavenly in front of me And play guitar Shu shu Shu shu I'm standing in front of your island With the water on my knees I can't get on it, I can't get on it I walk on buried keys The tide is too strong I leave you behind Between your beloved trees Is this paradise Is this paradise