Why does it touch me,
This quiver in your voice when you are unsure
And why do the corals move
When a bouquet is thrown by a bride in veil
It’s the build up that I feel
Of things gone wrong
Of indifference displayed
To brave and honest words

They sing their little songs
Outside my door and I manage a smile
Your childhood stories hurt me
I wasn’t there to touch your hair
It’s the build up that I feel
Of things gone wrong
Of indifference displayed
To brave and honest words

Bridge: The child wants it to be different
But I know it’s just not so
To finally become an island
Seems to me the only way to go