Coyne
See the sand and the white birds swooping low
I see the sea and the dead fish floating by
I see the gra** as it's growing up my door
And hear my dog as it's crying for his bone
Chorus: This is my home, my evil island home (x2).
See the stoat and the sharp-billed razorbill
You know they're pecking away
At my crumbling window sills
And the ice on the mountain range below
Is starting to melt
And we'll soon be washed with snow
Chorus
I want to fly
But they've taken my wings away
I want to run
But I know I have to stay
I may coax the beast
That wanders on the shore
To lend me his back
So I can ride away once more
Chorus