Bocas del Toro or Bocas Town is the capital of the Panamanian province of Bocas del Toro and the district of Bocas del Toro. It is a town and a tourist resort located on the southern tip of Colón Island in the Bocas del Toro Archipelago in the Caribbean Sea. Bocas Town had 12,996 residents in 2008.
Bocas del Toro is served by Bocas del Toro "Isla Colón" International Airport which hosts daily commuter flights from and to Panama City and San José in neighboring Costa Rica.
The corregimento of Bocas del Toro has a land area of 67.3 square kilometres (26.0 sq mi) and had a population of 7,366 as of 2010, giving it a population density of 109.4 inhabitants per square kilometre (283/sq mi). Its population as of 1990 was 5,274; its population as of 2000 was 4,020.
Relatively few Panamanians live on the island, opting for cheaper housing on the mainland. Mainland residents working on Colón Island travel by boat. Bocas del Toro is a popular tourist destination year-round. The town is small enough that most places are within walking distance. The streets are arranged in a grid. Avenidas (avenues) run east-west and calles (streets) run north-south.
My love has gone away
Packed up her bags and then boarded that plane
And I guess that the time I figured you'd wait
Teary face, leaky breath, a bitter taste
Tripped out for six hundred years
Who would have thought that I'd make it last year?
In a way it makes sense that I died and reappeared
As that fly you've been swatting for years
Calm down and make him a drink
Pretty small town and the gossip repeats
She took off her clothes
And sat on the bed next to me
My heart is pumping my blood
Your heart's not beating at all
In a way it makes sense that it isn't
It just never was
Right now, a sinful exchange
Once done, unspeakable shame
And I should've known where I took the blame
The sweat and the shame fireless flame
Please god, don't take him too
Take me, a replicant fool
Lost a gear and now I hardly move
He's a kid, I'm a fool
Please son, where is your faith?
Take off your bushels, set fire to your pain
You will heal like a cut
Let it scar, let it scab, let it stain
In a while I promise you'll see
You're alive, not the blemish or burns
That you keep on your feet
I am a towel that is soaked to the core
Heavier now than it's gotten before
And something inside of me needs more and more
Sooner than later, never no more