pale green things

The Islands

The Beast in the Hearts of Men


The Islands

I was getting old on the other side
Sailing through the night on a tidal wave
In the summer time, when the sky is blue
And the flowers bloom next to black concrete
On the Islands, will they hear the boom?
Will the coean keep all the fear away?
Will they feel us, when our buildings shake?
Do we look awake
Do we feel that far away?

I was flying high, like a submarine
Above the creatures on the ocean bed
And above the world there were sattalites
Keeping us alive
While the rain cam down to the Islands
But it won’t last long
If you carry on, inyour little shell
There is beauty, in the ugliness
And in loneliness
There was only us out there