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