Tropical Fuck Storm
Stepping on a Rake

If you go
If you stay
I don't mind
Either way

Don't you worry about money
Don't worry about being alone
Don't worry about what's coming
Some things are not worth knowing
Don't worry about stormy weather
Don't fret about the calm
You've seen it all a million times before
And done just fine so far
Nothing has changed
I'm still your island when you're washed away

You can be mean
You can be kind
But see it's OK
Coz I don't really mind
But if you're standing at the mirror
If you're singing in the shower
If you're out there treading water
Up in some unholy hour
Are you taking it in your stride?
Are you stepping on a rake?
Remembering what happened though
You can't recall the date that you got robbed
Though you remember the next day
When we first met I loved you straight away