Erland The Carnival Map Of An Englishman

I drew myself an island Of what I am made from I built it round my consciousness Next to a town called love Then I looked around and saw Land stretched on and on till it reached the further shore And love itself was gone Fear became a forest Contained by a mountain range Sex, romance and tenderness Laid out on the page Then I looked around and saw Land stretched on and on tilll it reached the other shore And love itself was gone