On This Island

02:31
Darren Block
2005-04-27

Lyrics

SHE WAS WALKIN' DOWN THE SHORELINE

CARRYIN' A BEAN A SMOKE AND A CUP

I WAS JUMPIN' UP INTO THE TREES

PICKIN' POTPOURRIES 

WATCHIN' JEROMY THE BRAID BOY

HIS FINGERS WOULD TWIST AND TURN

AND TAKE THE SHAPE OF COLOURS

AS THEY MINGLED THROUGH HER 

WINDSWEPT ISLAND HAIR

SHE SAID JUST LET ME DO THE TALKIN' BABY

YEA SHE SAID 

JUST LET ME DO THE TALKIN' BABY

CAUSE YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY

THE FIRST DOOR ON YOUR LEFT WILL PICK YOU UP

THE FIRST DOOR ON YOUR RIGHT WILL BRING YOU DOWN

I CAN'T THINK OF A THING I'D RATHER DO

THAN BE HERE ON THIS ISLAND WITH YOU

IN THE MIDDLE OF SANTA MONICA YEA

OOH OOH CHILD 

THINGS ARE GONNA GET EASIER

OOH OOH CHILD

THINGS WILL GET BRIGHTER

OOH OOH CHILD 

THINGS ARE GONNA GET EASIER HERE

IN THE MIDDLE OF SANTA MONICA YEA

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