The Island

Down by the watchtower
Here at the edge
Built on the rock of a dying continent
Here are the barbed wire
Time is irrelevant
We watch while what goes around comes around again
We have our hands up
But can you see us?
There’s no one else
We’ll steer ourselves
When the wheel is broken
All we are is echos from the spark
Echos from the spark
Just echos from the first park
All w are is echos from the spark
Falling through th dark
Just echos from the first park
Hope is a memory
Hope is a cage
Hope is in pieces underneath the wars we wage
We are the island
We are the sea
We are the roots pulled up from under the family tree
We have our hands up
But can you see us?
There’s no one else
We’ll steer ourselves
When the wheel is broken
All we are is echos from the spark
Echos from the spark
Just echos from the first park
All we are is echos from the spark
Falling through the dark
Just echos from the first park
We are the island
We are the sea
Hope is a memory
Hope is a cage
Hope is in pieces underneath the wars we wage