Easter Island - Orenda Fink
Written by：orenda fink
Those were shards of glass that cut your foot
From the dishes you smashed I knew you would
Standing there helpless like a child
The fight's over and you won
But against who there's no one there now
But me and you
I put you to bed
And close the door but there's still war
On easter island
The demons they hover
Your father mother
The things they did to you
Like no other
Over the years have been forgotten
But not in your heart and
It's still fighting
On easter island
High low high low
I'll search that stretch
Come back home
Come back home
Come back home
From easter island
Come back home
From easter island
