Nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop And an illustrated book about birds You see a lot up there but don't be scared Who needs action when you got words Many a hand has scaled the grand old face of the plateau Some belong to strangers, and some to

(Happy to call this) 'Cause I'm happy to call this No more running I'm good knowing That I belong I got loving Inside this island Don't care who knows it

Can't hold on, can't move on You're the weight beneath my sin Now I know that I don't belong, I don't care You're a scar burned into my skin It's the same old fucking story The same old fucking lies I can't believe... You stole my life, you've taken

I belong to you, you, you Take care of me Talk all day then at night fall in deep Stimulate me I want you mental and physically I belong to you I belong to Don't come my way If you ain't here for love