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
Echos from the spark
Just echos from the first spark
All wе are is echos from the spark
Falling through thе dark
Just echos 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 echos from the spark
Echos from the spark
Just echos from the first spark
All we are is echos from the spark
Falling through the dark
Just echos from the first spark

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