Islands in Time - The Sonic Dawn

Islands

In my

In my own mind

A traveler

Of time

Of time

Escapes for days

To my

To my own place

To my own space

One more time

Across the line

Out of reach

Washed up on my own beach

Reality

It folds

It folds upon

Upon itself

I walk

The backside

Of the strip

I wait

For the eclipse

For the second

When the carpet

Starts to slip

One more time

Across the line

Out of reach

Washed up on my own beach

One more time

I cross the line

Out of reach

Washed up on my own beach