Love is an easy thing to loose,
much more difficult to live.
Love will welcome you on board,
she will comfort all your pain.

Years gone by,
empty eyes -
don' look back,
at the fake island smile.

Who am I
Who am I
Who am I

Hurting words,
thrown around -
won't wash away,
with a fake island smile.

What am I
What am I
What am I

No more touch,
of your skin -
no more kiss,
just a fake island smile.

What are we
What are we
What are we

A wreck run aground
with no love to be found.
No comfort left -
only pain,
and a fake island smile.

© georgmoller.se