Do you remember the shards back home
Where we ran down them streets alone
It's an island for the plain and dull
A witch hunt on the colourful

Still alive but accursed and low-down
For a misunderstanding small town
It's an island, only saints interrupt
No headphones can cover that up

It's just a cold, will you stay out of my head
I get lost in this lack of kindness
A single morning to feel safe again
A cloud seemed to stay back then

Just a choice and the scars in your lone mind
Carried away from this hopeless land
It's an island, only saints interrupt
No headphones can cover that up