Apothecary Armchair - Anesthesia

Watching a snowflake

Fall on a jet stream

On my island, on my island

Solitude my companion

In this room full of strangers

On my island

Waiting for you to visit

To release me

From my island, my island

Your smile breaks the silence

And I work to catch my breath

Apothecary armchair

Your beauty is more than

The day I first met you

So nice to see you

Who am I to be

When this breath ends

On my island, my island

Rivers run dry

Quaint & ----

On my island, on my island

Waiting for you to visit

To release me

From my island, my island

Memories made from you

Wave goodbye behind them

So nice to see them go

You unveil the unknown

As I pass on in

The apothecary armchair