Album: Harmonies for the Haunted
I don’t wanna stay, she don’t wanna leave
Pictures of our life; the island lost at sea
Travel here tonight, and count the stars with me
Breathing in the night, oh the moonlight through the trees
Now I don’t see the ground
And she don’t feel the breeze
‘Cause we were the problem with the island lost at sea
What makes us wanna change this?