High and dry on this island that is me
I wait discarded on the remains of this shipwreck
This friendship crumbling under me
I waste away – hungry for your voice
I wither – thirsty for your laughter

Marooned on this atoll that was us
The comfort I felt with you run aground
Isolated with all I want to show you; all I want to tell you
I share my heartache and my joy with the stars at night
I signal a call for help with tears in the sand