Turn down the bed sheets In the spare room For your youngest one Will come visit soon To catch up on the life That seems to stand still She wakes to find her souvenirs In glass cabinets with fingerprints So dust your Diorama dear In love with the memories When that's all that's left She built the boats, Filled our sails Now she's an island The woman she was Before they met He longs to meet again Wise is unknowing in the end He wakes to find his souvenirs In glass cabinets with fingerprints So dust your Diorama dear Oh he's an island Don't let lovers cast you in When they can write you out They forget they Owe you anything Until one day They wake to find their souvenirs In glass cabinets with fingerprints So blow off a layer, another year They wake to find their souvenirs So dust your Diorama Dear Oh she's an island