Island

My Bubba

/ Island /

It’s cold and windy at the seaside. Yet here I am.

I’ll go and saddle the cannons, I’ll round up the seals.

We’ll lay down your anger, so soft and neat.

‘Cause there is only one word and it needs to be cried:

I I I I’m sorry – for letting you down.

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