I was first attracted by your scent
   Your heart must be a caramelized onion
   By the time I saw your flame
   it was all over for you and whashisname.
  
   I think it was Algonquin Park
   It was so cold and winter-dark
   A promised hibernation high
   took me across the great black plate of ice.
  
   Now I?m the Islander.
   I found a place to call my den
   and dreamt of the Ferry and
   the Enormous Man
   Huge as were his children
   following around after him
  
   I?m the Islander
   woke up in the furtive Spring
   more capable of anything
  
   I waited for more men to come
   hey docked their boats and cocked their guns
   The time for truth and reconciliation?s gone
   But with my belly full I intended to get
   something done
  
   I?m the Islander
   woke up in the dead of spring
   more hungry than anything
   Islander