[Instrumental Intro] [Verse 1] in my little island, fan hums a lazy line salt on my lips from instant brine porch light low, slippers by the door I count the waves I’ve heard before [Pre-Chorus] let the long day drift off the floor stack the bowls, hush the monitor’s roar I fold my hands and make a small request— “dear morning, don’t be late like the rest” [Chorus] on my little island, radio low ceiling fan turning, slow after slow I trace a shoreline on the bedsheet’s fold if tomorrow knocks, I’ll open the door [Verse 2] pen bleeds blue on a grocery slip tea goes cold, I forget a sip neighbors laugh through a paper-thin wall I float on a groove that barely crawls [Pre-Chorus] leave the plates in the sink tonight broom in the corner, out of sight I lie back once, see a gentle glow and ask the dawn to take it slow [Chorus - full] on my little island, radio low ceiling fan turning, slow after slow I trace a shoreline on the bedsheet’s fold if tomorrow knocks, I’ll open the door [Bridge] down, down—into quiet so kind round, round—like a coin in my mind color runs warm through the curtain blind one deep breath, leave the noise behind [Breakdown] [Chorus] on my little island, radio low ceiling fan turning, slow after slow I trace a shoreline on the bedsheet’s fold if tomorrow knocks, I’ll open the door [Outro - Fade Out]
