I have never been to Sifnos, and I guess I might never will
All the things you have told me of it, I feel I have been there still
And a part of me is a part of you, and so maybe it's real
I have been where you have, and I always will

You make medicine from the olive leaves that you picked from the harvest
I make sense of you as the person I have loved from the farthest
You have healed many parts of me I could never acknowledge
Tinctures and courage
And it heals me still

I wish I could write the book
'Bout librarian love
And how you always read to me like I understood

When I picture me as a child who felt always in danger
And consider who, upon reflection, might've made it feel safer
I put you as a character, rewrite the page
And sjoe, just like magic, I become chill

I wish I could see you dance
Pirouette the battleground
And spin me a circle that remains round
Prison and tear gas
And a hat that's found on the street where you left it
On an island that's jagged and overgrown
Free from the struggle though, that's what I hope for you
Hope that you found
Blue and white everything, a mosaic that stays intact for eternity
Or at least till I can thank you properly
For the ways that you would always look for me
Inside the crowd
Inside the crowd

I have never been to Sifnos, and I probably never will
If I ever go, I will kiss all the surfaces