Islands Songtext
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I write to you now so you'll know my fate,
We've had no news for seven days.
These disappearances we made
Take hold.
Our photographs begin to cloud,
The colour running from my mouth,
The light I reflect filters through
And burns out.
We've had no news for seven days.
These disappearances we made
Take hold.
Our photographs begin to cloud,
The colour running from my mouth,
The light I reflect filters through
And burns out.
My breath frosting in the cold,
The radios all turned to snow
And my words thicken in my throat
And hang mute.
All the lights trip out, all the echoes slow,
I hold my breath, I turn to stone,
To stay invisible for long
Takes thought.
It's a sleight of hand, it's a trick of light
To fool yourself, to close your eyes
To all the drifting for tonight
You'll be gone.
We're becoming islands one by one, we've got distances to cross.
We've been losing ground for all this time and we never said a word.
We're becoming islands one by one, we've got oceans now between us.
We've been losing ground for all this time and we never said a word.
The radios all turned to snow
And my words thicken in my throat
And hang mute.
All the lights trip out, all the echoes slow,
I hold my breath, I turn to stone,
To stay invisible for long
Takes thought.
It's a sleight of hand, it's a trick of light
To fool yourself, to close your eyes
To all the drifting for tonight
You'll be gone.
We're becoming islands one by one, we've got distances to cross.
We've been losing ground for all this time and we never said a word.
We're becoming islands one by one, we've got oceans now between us.
We've been losing ground for all this time and we never said a word.
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