Swiss Army Knife

The light streams into my eyes It’s too bright that I can’t tell any lies, I can only hear myself breathe It’s almost likes it’s a sheathe. I reach for my Swiss army knife It will save my life, The most loyal thing I own It will help me build a home. My knife is sharp It helped me build a tarp, Out here on this island all alone Why hasn’t anyone flown? This knife has saved me It helped me get rid of the beach flea, Thank god I’m not sick Because I sure must be quick. Out on this island by myself I finally hear something fly itself, My Swiss army knife shines And the plane declines.