Islands

Wake up
A spinning wheel seems to navigate
When I broke free
I stole a ship that took me out to sea
But I started sinking like a stone
And my ocean turns to cold
But in this whirling pool that grows
I feel my colors start to blend with the shore
My yellows turn to gold
Yellows turn to gold
Save me
All these tidal waves won’t let me be
So I breathe deep
And dive to find myself some distant peace
‘Cause when I’m sinking like a stone
And my ocean turns to cold
In this whirling pool I go
To feel my colors start to blend with the shore
Where yellows turn to gold
Yellows turn to gold
Yellows turn to gold
Yellows turn to gold
So take me back to when we used to run with the sun
Way back when we were wild
Take me back, we’ll find our island lost in the sea
Way back when days were wild.