Private Island
Track 4 of Princess Treatment
[ Lyrics ]
No footprints but mine… No footprints but mine. He texts the butler at seven a.m., rose petals strewn where the gravel begins. No guests in sight, just the geckos on stone, my bare feet warm as I walk back home. The tide rolls low like a held-in breath, I don’t even check my phone to death. Last week’s drama? Just noise in the hall— he turned it to silence when I said I’d fall. And the sun dips slow, like it’s learned to wait, wrapper of gold on the edge of the bay. No rush, no list, no disguise to wear— just hot stones humming in my spine, right there. No footprints but mine on this shore I own, nobody's trace but the seeds that were sown. He built this peace like a vow made in time— my body remembers how to unwind. No footprints but mine. Cashmere robe laid on the chaise by the pool, dew on the glass of fresh coconut cool. He knows I like mango with lime on the side, how I stir slow, how I let moments glide. No need to speak it, he reads my air— the way I tuck hair when I’m almost there. No questions, no tests, just the hush and the view… he watches me breathe like a prayer he knew. And the stars climb out like they’re learning my name, orchestra low in the throat of the flame. No past, no mask, no apology— just care in the details, soft as a memory. No footprints but mine on this shore I own, nobody's trace but the seeds that were sown. He built this peace like a vow made in time— my body remembers how to unwind. No footprints but mine. Back then, I thought love was loud and ablaze— fighting for space, begging someone to stay. But this… this is different, it doesn’t demand… just appears, like a ring on my hand. Not bought—*given*. Not earned—*understood*. The rarest thing? To be known in your mood. No footprints but mine on this shore I own, nobody's trace but the seeds that were sown. He built this peace like a vow made in time— my body remembers how to unwind. No footprints but mine… No footprints but mine. No footsteps… no past… just care that was meant to last. No footprints but mine…