Island1
Ooooh, the ship is leaving. I don't know when but it feels soon. The wind will take you to the island, the place to get away. What's on your island? Will it have a beach or be filled with snow? It's yours, and you can do with it what you want.
The sails are open, and I smell the sea's air. We have the music loud on our ship, and I can tell fire is already waiting to warm us.
What do you want? To soak in the sun? Wealth? Or just some change?
You see your paradise there in the distance. And more water splashes on your face.
What do you see on your island? Just leave your city, without a trace.
My bags are already packed, should I bring you too? No worries and the cares are few.
Come, come to the island with me. The trip is short and the ride is free.
The sails are open, and I smell the sea's air. We have the music loud on our ship, and I can tell fire is already waiting to warm us.
What do you want? To soak in the sun? Wealth? Or just some change?
You see your paradise there in the distance. And more water splashes on your face.
What do you see on your island? Just leave your city, without a trace.
My bags are already packed, should I bring you too? No worries and the cares are few.
Come, come to the island with me. The trip is short and the ride is free.
Labels: song idea
posted by David Garvin at 9:21 PM
1 Comments:
Im being totally honest,,,, i can actually picture myself on the island you describe. Makes me excited
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