There's no way over the island
And if we all part away
We'll make a wall
And we'll stand on the shoulder
Of the mountain
We'll make goats from potatoes and hats
For our houses, the bows of the fruit trees
The arms of our spouses
There's no way over the island
But we'll make a wall
We'll be flayed by the sunshine
And ripped by the wind's grow
Faces like deserts and forests and oceans
There's no way over the island
But we'll make a wall
And we'll stand on the shoulder
Of the mountain
And with one tooth between us
And eyes over the place
We'll roll down the valley like beads
Into our graves
We'll chase the racing shadows
Over sea-beast clouds
As they swim across the meadow
We'll chase them
There's no way over the island
But we'll make a wall
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