From beginning to middle to end, my dear
love is like an island in the carabean.
Away from troubles and debt to pay
and clearly taken care of each day
but without the subtleties of stress.
When you're with me, forget all those,
you're lost at sea and barely clothed-
proverbially naked so all can see
who you are so they can love you
for who you be.
There's nothing to hide amongst our love
because I'm not looking for someone strong
I am the island, I'm not looking at all
my shores await you for your sleep.
So you might have a chance to weep
so you might have the chance to be free.
When you're with me, I'm your getaway
and I judge nothing 'cept you're made out of clay
like Adam and Eve, we have our garden today
and nothing can go wrong unless you might say
"I have to..."
When you're around me you have nothing to give
the only thing I ask is that you live.
