An Island - Devendra Banhart
When all my fingers ran off
And i just couldn＇t follow them
Your eyelash was an island and your
Eyes were someones friend
How could that happen
Well i heard it was a real sweet thing
Now when my smells grew some new smells
And i just couldn't smell them all
I smell my sister in the winter
And my father in the fall
Cross sand and snow oh
A tired moan oh
