The Island - Laura Jansen

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