The Bear

I was first attracted by your scent
Your heart must be a caramelized onion
By the time I saw your flame
It was all over for you and wash is nameI think it was Algonquin Park
It was so cold and winter dark
Promised hibernation high
Took me across the great black plate of iceNow I'm the islanderI found a place to call my den
And dreamt of the ferry
And enormous man
Huge as were his children
Followin' around after himI'm the islanderWoke up in the furtive spring
More capable of anythingI waited for more men to come
They docked their boats and cocked their guns
Time for truth and reconciliation's done
But with my belly full
I intended to get something doneI'm the islanderI woke up in the dead of spring
More hungry than anythingI'm the islander
I'm the islander