WHERE ISLANDS END

 

THE SWIFTEST HAND IS DISCIPLINE

THE COLDEST HAND,INDIFFERENCE

TWO  WERE LEFT BEHIND

INTO THE WORLD AND BLIND

ONE WILL TAKE THE HIGH GROUND

THE OTHER ,NEVER FOUND

 

    AND SECONDS…FEEL LIKE DAYS

   

TAKE CARE WITH WHAT YOU DO IN TIME

ZEPHYRING,TRIPPING ON LANDMINES

WEAKEST WHERE THE WILLOW BENDS

STRANDED WHERE ISLANDS END

 WHERE ISLANDS END

 

     AND DAYS…FEEL LIKE YEARS

    

PLAYING OUT SOME GRAND ILLUSION

NEVER WONDER WHAT YOU’VE DONE

LYING AT THE GATES IN BLUE

NEVER KNOWING WHEN THE RED WILL COME

AND THEN YOU’RE GONE

 

    AGES…PISSED AWAY

 

 

 

© Music: Dion

Lyrics: Orgeron