The Island

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 Echoes from the spark Just echoes from the first spark All wе are is echos from the spark Falling through thе dark Just echoes from the first spark 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 echoes from the spark Echoes from the spark Just echoes from the first spark All we are is echoes from the spark Falling through the dark Just echoes from the first spark Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh 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