Evangeline Lily and the bubble gun boy

Evangeline Lily,
you saved my day.

Trapped on an island,
to my dismay.

All I wish,
your meringue soufflé.

The little freckles on your cheeks,
like the best of Monet.

I guess it's tainted love,
slowly turning grey.

If I only knew what island,
I would be there by the end of day.

And come and save you,
so we can drink some ocean spray.

Slowely kissing amoungst burned corpses,
on the music of Tom McCrae.