Crash Island's lyrics & chords

We landed today. Screeching sun, torn shirts and one badly cooked oppossum to share. Stranded. We just saved the rims of the drums from the wreckage. It gets lonely out here. We drew faces onto rocks, with blood torn tears. Will they be our new friends on the island where we crashed? Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply....read more