Текст песни 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