Lost Island
Neil Finn
Vampires wait to dance on my grave
Lawyers that gather around a disaster
Step on the gas, our glorious past
Is catching up with us and on the horizon
You can almost make out
The shape of a mouth
In billowing clouds
Where the lost island is found
Child on my lap, taking a nap
Knowing that nothing can ever be stolen
If you paint the jug, paint it with love
As if you were one girl that needed reminding
You can almost make out
The shape of a mouth
Where the rocks begin
That's where the lost island ends
I wonder why some wait for the signs
You will always be my girl
Souls diving off
Like birds from the rocks
You'll always be my girl
You can almost make out
The shape of a mouth
And the contours of Earth
I promise you, one day I'll return
Song appears on:
Crowded House - Time On Earth vinyl edition (2007) and Deluxe Edition (2016)
Live: Various Fangradio broadcasts in 2020
“One of my favourites. It’s a West Coast (New Zealand) song, looking at Lion Rock, watching the sun disappear into the little mouth in the end of the rock, full of dreams and possibilities.”
“We had a Welsh choir come in. We lived in a church house for a while, just out of Bath. They came in and it was a really special day.”