Octopus - Island

Little liar, a naughty boy

Light a fire and dance in the smoke

Every night, write a brand new song

When I was younger there was nothing in my way at all

Talks nice, like he’s grown up right

Don’t tell a soul

Maybe I like my coffee cold

Maybe I’m crazy but just maybe this is how I roll

Hold the line, it’s the radio

They might need a story, so maybe I’ll try light the ceiling up

And dance my own puppet show

Crazy cause I’m in control