What if our ship crashes on an island and we lose our minds?
What if our ship crashes on an island and we go insane?
Would we build smoke, would smoke kill us, could we keep the smoke at bay?

What if our ship crashes and we have to kill a polar bear?
What if our ship crashes and we failed to pack our underwear?
Would we wear skin, could we skin him, could we sleep in polar bear?

What if our ship crashes and we all start seeing things not real.
What if this includes a kitchen stocked with pudding, cans and veal.
Would we eat it, would it eat us, could we eat not knowing what?

What if our ship crashes and we find something we have to push.
Could we keep going if all we could do was to push the thing?
Would we not, how could we not eventually stop the thing?

How we would long for the time when we spent a weekend dreaming
How we would long for the time when we were lost in each other.
Our lost weekend, our weekend lost, the time we were truly found.

What if our ship crashes and we find we are already dead?
What if our spirits roam the island that we all once hated?
Would we stay there, could we go home, would we never know of peace?