Eilidh:
This is my school- mind the drip
Every wall, every room
Every mark drawn on the corridor
I know it all, every bit
Like the back of my hand
The giant Jenga, the map of the world
The tiny kitchen, the plastic plaster
Eilidh's creamy mac and cheese is the greatest in the land

Arran:
Stranger than the songs
And the stories ever told me
Stranger on the shore
And ground that tries to hold me down
What’s this house for?

Eilidh:
It's my school

Arran:
You said. Tell more

Eilidh:
It's just a school. It’s where we lеarn
Arran:
In here?

Eilidh:
Didn't you- oh! You're homеschooled!

Arran:
Learning, yes, at home and outside

Eilidh:
So you mean, uh, forest-schooled?

Arran:
Forest, Macca, mountain, sea, the whole world is for learning

Eilidh:
You've been around the world?

Arran:
Every year

Eilidh:
Every?

Arran:
Every
Both:
Year

Arran:
Stranger than the songs
And stories ever told me
Stranger on the shore
And ground that tries to hold me down

Eilidh:
Stranger than the songs
And stories I have known, this

Both:
Stranger on the shore
With stories of her own
Whoah
Tell me more, cause I want to know
You're like no one I've known before
Oh
Same but different, oh

Eilidh:
Where's your boat?

Arran:
What's this?
Eilidh:
Are you shipwrecked?

Arran:
A strange land animal

Eilidh:
It’s a car. How do you travel?

Arran:
Walk

Eilidh:
Just walk?

Arran:
Our island’s shore is never far

Eilidh:
It's smaller than Kinnen?

Arran:
But many more faces

Eilidh:
I wish we had more faces here

Arran:
But you have quiet empty spaces
You can hide and disappear

Eilidh:
What do you do there?

Arran:
Fish and farm

Eilidh:
We farm!

Arran:
In the sea

Eilidh:
In the hills

Both:
Whoah

Arran:
My family are shepherds

Eilidh:
Tell me

Arran:
Tell me

Both:
More!
Oh
Tell me more, cause I want to know
You’re like no one I've known before
Oh
Same but different, oh

Eilidh:
Show me here where you've been
What you've seen, where you come from
Show me here, on the map!
You must’ve seen a map before
This is us, just a speck
The green is land, the rest is ocean
Show me here where you've been!

Arran (repeat in background):
Oh, Cetacea, oh

Eilidh:
Are you okay?

Arran:
Here. Here is where we began

Eilidh:
What, on Kinnen?

Arran:
The Fisherfolk turned toward the seas
The Farmfolk took to the hills and trees

Eilidh:
That old wifey's tale

Arran:
It's how Cetacea was born

Eilidh:
Ay, good one
"Thundering crack
Earth-moving roar
Slicing the island from mountain to shore

Both:
Shouting and screams

Eilidh:
Naught they could do

Arran:
It was decided

Both:
Rivers and families broken in two."

Arran:
Your song is wrong. We split the island ourselves

Eilidh:
Right. So your island has a different story?

Arran:
Our history, yes. No fairy story

Eilidh:
Why're you doing this?

Arran:
What?

Eilidh:
This joke, this game, it's not funny

Arran:
I speak only simple truth

Eilidh:
Then where's this "Cetacea" on the map?

Arran:
Cetacea must follow
The migration of the whales
They travel with the currents
And we follow on their tails
We hunt the sea together
They guide and we help catch
They're our compass
We're their keepers

Eilidh:
Islands don't break

Arran:
You mock me

Eilidh:
Islands don't move!

Arran:
Ours does

Eilidh:
You're lying!

Arran:
I'm not!

Eilidh:
Well, then prove it

Arran:
Thundering crack

Eilidh:
A story!

Arran:
Earth-moving roar

Eilidh:
A stupid story!

Arran:
Island of one is one island no more