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
'Til it reached the furthest shore

And love itself was gone
Love itself was gone...

Fear became the forest
Contained by a mountain range
Sex, romance, and tenderness
Lay down on the page

Then I looked around and saw
Land stretched on and on
'Til it reached the other shore

And love itself was gone
Love itself was gone...