Like the child of the islands
With nothing on his skin
Who peacefully watches
The ocean liners passing
You step down and approach
You’ve got money in your pockets
You snap a photo of him
When you’re back from the trip
In the corners of the room
You see his face again
On these scraps of cardboard
In shoe boxes
Surrounded by bills
And plane tickets
You’ve got the money, he’s got the sun
He’s got all his time you’ve got your camera
You bring back images
Holiday photos
You think you’re as happy as him
You’ve got your business lunches
And your working nights
He’s sitting on the ground
His hair to his waist
He repairs his traps
For the fish swimming by
The coral reef
You’ve got the money, he’s got the sun
He’s got all his time you’ve got your camera
You bring back images
Holiday photos
You think you’re as happy as him
It was barely believable
Those insects everywhere
Those rooms full of sand
Those women barely standing
In the back of your town
You’ve put your coat back on
Sometime it can drop
To fifteen below zero
On the edge of his hut
Scorched by the sun
He’s drinking coconut milk
You’ve got the money, he’s got the sun
He’s got all his time you’ve got your camera
You bring back images
Holiday photos
You think you’re as happy as him
Like the child of the islands...