I was first attracted by your scent.
Your heart must be a caramelized onion.
By the time I saw your flame
it was all over for you and what`s-his-name.
I think it was Algonquin Park.
It was so cold and winter-dark.
A promised hibernation high,
took me across the great black plate of ice.
Now I`m the Islander.
I found a place to call my den
and dreamt of the Ferry and
the Enormous Man.
Huge as were his children
following around after him.
I`m the Islander
woke up in the furtive Spring
more capable of anything.
I waited for more men to come
They docked their boats and cocked their guns.
The time for truth and reconciliation`s gone.
But with my belly full I intended to get
something done.
I`m the Islander
woke up in the dead of Spring
more hungry than anything
Islander.