What would I do if I couldn't put my hands on you?
I'd fade away for a couple of million days
I'd find you an island
I'd, I'd find you an island
What would I do if I couldn't gaze my eyes on you?
If you faded to gray, pooling traces of flame
I'd, I'd find you an island
I'd, I'd find you an island
What would you do if you couldn't keep my hands on you?
Would you sting away?
Would I fool you every step of the way?
Yes, I would and
I'd, I'd find you an island
I'd, I'd find you an island
I'd, I'd find you an island
I'd, I'd find you an island
What would I do if I couldn't put my hands on you?
I'd bend and shake, crudely in some cryptic shape
I'd, I'd find you an island
I'd, I'd find you an island
I'd, I'd find you an island
I'd, I'd find you an island
I'd, I'd find you an island
I'd find you an island
Tobin Sprout released Cryptic Shapes on Thu Jan 01 1998.