Lletres: Idlewild. Take Me Back To The Islands.

And the moon brings us back
I'm going back over to the islands
In-between your smiles
There's a clue whether to scream or be silent
The wind blows sad and joyful on our arrival onto the island
And with your sense of dislocation
You make the perfect travelling companion

The world will always seem
So much younger than me
When I take the boat out
A crowded world will always seem
Emptier to me
When I take the boat out

Suspicion fills the staranger
Who looks beyond the horizon
All the days that I found love
And left with only my feelings to survive on
I walk the solemn line in with the rhythm
Of the seas around the island
Threre are times to act, times to stand back
And time to show what's needed to rely on

And the world will always seem
So much younger than me
When I take the boat out
A crowded world will always seem
Emptier to me
When I take the boat out

When the sea answers the island
When I take the boat out
It's emptier and silent
When I take the boat out

How come you always seem so real defined
You put your hand in my hand make it my design
And we give what we have, and we do what we can
Put your hand in my hand

How come you always seem so real defined
Put your hand in my hand make it our design
And we give what we have, and we do what we can
Put your hand in my hand

When the sea answers the island