Marcin Öz, Erlend Øye, Sebastian Maschat, Daniel Nentwig
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Erlend Øye
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Whitest Boy Alive
Producer
Lyrics
When I got back along my road
All the trees had come out the screen
Nobody called for many days
I was left in my little world
Lived through the smell of painted floors
Echoing the sound
Off running water through the pipes
And poster's falling down
When I woke up the second day
All the noises have disappeared
Down the street I chose a path
And walked to the end of it
Of all the words you sent to me
There was one that I couldn't bear
One that for me meant everything
I think you got mixed up with care
Taking care, taking care
Live on the island
Live on the island
Live on the island
Live on the island
