If I could bring my favorite thing
To an island, desert and dry
It would not be you
Or anyone new
I would live there alone
'Til I die in the sand
Tell me who you want
Tell me where we'll go
Tell me what you're writing about
Have another drink
Have another laugh
After that it isn't worth hanging around, no
Hold on, don't go
Won't you teach me your ways
And at the end of the day
I'll cherish your beauty and youth
Don't be alarmed:
I'm a lover, unarmed
Unless you're afraid of the truth that I'll tell
Where you may have been
Where you plan to go
Makes not a difference to me
'Cause everyone kissed
Everyone told
And I'd do it again, don't you see
Hold on, hold on
Don't go, don't go
Hold on, hold on
Don't go, don't go
Poets, come back
Poets, come back