minds bound by the tassels
just slaves to the language of the dead
our futures a funnel, laughing well
the throat the beach will swallow up the land
what happens beyond the waves?
what happens beyond?
what happens beyond?
the sunrise can change perspectives
when you've got nothing to lose
10,000 miles to join the reckless
there's nothing left to prove
this islands where we belong
this islands where we belong