Those were shards of glass that cut your foot   From the dishes you smashed, I knew you would   Standing there helpless, like a child   The fight’s over, and you won   But against who? There’s no one there now   But me and you   I put you to bed   And close the door, but there’s still war   On Easter Island      The demons they hover   Your father, mother   The things they did to you   Like no other   Over the years, have been forgotten   But not in your heart and   It’s still fighting   On Easter Island      High low, high low   I’ll search that stretch   Come back home   From Easter Island   Come back home   From Easter Island