V (Island Song) - These New Puritans

On the Island

There are no places or people

But I’ll go walking

And on the way I’ll find you

On the way I’ll find

The magic trick inverts

And the way to get there

Is going round in circles

And the way to get there

La-da-da-da-da-da-da

I am the searchlight

Not the seeker, not the found

I am the midwife

Not the newborn, not the bearer

Gave birth to the child and came back again

Shut your eyes and listen

And the way to get there

La-da-da-da-da-da-da

I am the wood fire

Not the broken, not the crowned

I am the midwife

Gave birth to the child and came back again

I am the murder

Not the suspect, not the victim

I am the reasons

Not the questions, not the answers (the air)

I am the mourner

Not the suspect, not the victim

I am the reasons

Not the question, not the answers (the air)

La-da-da-da, where ever you will find them