The Island – Bad Religion – letras

There’s a world outside but i can’t really make itThere’s a life to lead but i can’t exactly fake itYet the mood feels rightBut my island is sinking out of sightI made jetties so they’d catch all the sedimentRemoved the rocks and every impedimentBut the tide’s rising high to wash away my island in the nightThe sheltering sky was to be my everlasting lullabyThey said that islands were solid as bedrockStanding firm forevermoreBut over time even basement wastes away to the unrelenting shoreThere’s a lonely seed waiting to be plantedI’ve instructions but desire is wholly absentI’m just a petrel in the stormMy island can’t protect me anymore