Island
Siv Jakobsen
It’s not what it seems
The glitter and the game
I’m not who I seem
I’m not some eager maid
To shape, to break, to recreate
I am an island
And here I’ll keep
Sifting art to gain
Make pennies from the pain
The glitter and the game
Forms a frightening refrain
To shape, to break, to recreate
I am an island
Hear my lines and you will know
All you’ll ever know of me
I have shared my cheapest thoughts
And my deepest lust
Isn’t that enough?
Don’t ask me what I mean
Or tell me what to be
I am not naive
Oh honey, I am free
To shape, to break, to recreate
I am an island, I am an island
Hear my lines and you will know
All you’ll ever know of me
I have shared my cheapest thoughts
And my deepest lust
Isn’t that enough?