Off You

I’ve laid on this island sun a 1,000 times,
I’m on it, but I’m going strange.
This island’s chills and shell cover me
with winded rock and skies I’ve got yet to see
I tried I even sent in friends
they did it as a favor ‘cause I’m not that way
I am the autumn in the scarlet
I am the make-up on your eyes

I land to sail, Island sail
Yeah, we’re movin,
yeah, we’re movin.

This island’s sun I’ve laid 1,000 times
fortunate me, fortunate me,
of all my mistakes
I think I lent you late
now every sick person seemed to come my way,
but I’ve never seen a scarlet or a riot or the violence of you..
I land to sail Island sail, yeah, we’re movin’,
yeah, we’re movin’.