Why does it touch me,
this quiver in your voice
when you are unsure ?
And why do the corals move
when a bouquet is thrown by a bride in veil?
Bridge I:
It’s the build up that I feel
of things gone wrong,
of indifference displayed
to brave and honest words
They sing their little songs
Outside my door and I manage a smile
Your childhood stories hurt me
I wasn’t there to touch your hair
It’s the build up that I feel
of things gone wrong,
of indifference displayed
to brave and honest words
Bridge II:
The child wants it to be different
But I know it’s just not so
To finally become an island
Seems to me the only way to go