The Tragically Hip - The Bear_8B lyrics

I was first attracted by your scent Your heart must be a caramelised onion By the time I saw your flame It was all over for you and what's his name I think it was Algonquin park It was so cold and winter dark A promised hibernation high Took me across the great black plate of ice Now I'm the islander I found a place to call my den And dreamt of the ferry and the enormous man Huge as were his children Following around after him I'm the islander I woke up in the furtive spring More capable of anything I waited for more men to come They docked their boats and co*ked their guns The time for truth and reconciliation's gone But with my belly full I intended to get something done I'm the islander I woke up in the dead of spring More hungry than anything I'm the islander I'm the islander