Island of Lost Things Songtext
von molly ofgeography

Saint Anthony, who has run out of patience
Forgot who I loved and can′t unerase it
We walked to the water of lost things adjacent
To the house where his daughter was born in the basement

Here on the island of lost things
Of lonely socks, leather wallets, and dropped wedding rings
The white queen who never checkmated her king
They're all here on the island of lost things

Students with coffees have kidnapped the mayor
Now all of our laws read like poems or Hegel
And Saint Anthony says he cannot untangle
The dreams he keeps piled ′neath the dining room table

Here on the island of lost things
Of lonely socks, leather wallets, and dropped wedding rings
The white queen who never checkmated her king
They're all here on the island of lost things


Well snakes tempt the apples to fall from their trees
So the worms all move out from the reds to the greens
After whiskey, Saint Anthony always gets mean
And throws out the last thoughts that I think before sleep

And when I lose my mind
He returns, he returns it missing time
And in the blank spaces I find
I burrow down, blinded but not blind

Well a man jumped in front of my train without warning
And then sprouted wings and flew into the morning
And I with my coffee change the constitution
Spill all of the ink like blue absolution

Here on the island of lost things
Of lonely socks, leather wallets, and dropped wedding rings
The white queen that never checkmated her king
They're all here on the island of lost things.
We′re all here on the island of lost...