Point Me At Lost Islands - Tired Pony

And by the look in your down turned eyes

You’ve had enough of these angry skies

And I can’t wait just like you can’t wait

Til we’re out past familiar gates

Your hand it’s freezing cold… on my face

Just like the winter snow… that covers up this place

It’s what you wrote in the book’s first page

It’s what I’ve hungered for all this age

Those seven words shook the life back in

So let’s just run til we lose our breath

Point me at lost islands… point me at the sea

I’d love to know the sound… of nothing else but you

For the life of me I don’t know

What took us so long

But here we are

Standing face to face

And suddenly

Everything makes sense

At least to me