The Island

There's a mist upon the island

Heavy and wet it tastes of salt

And the air you breathe's a poison

That takes you back

Back to the start

There's power here amongst the pines

And it's the power of a lie

As you forget

That there's a mainland

And a place where you must die

Yet here we linger everafter

Gulls' cry echo in our ears

And the mist upon the water

Tastes of salt

The taste of tears