Isla Del Sol
We fell on rock.
Awoke with broken bones.
Crawled our way back at rugged dirt roads to find we're not alone and never wanna go back home:
We'll never go back home.
Drain me.
I can't find no place to rest.
What I've been searching for does not exist.
All arrows point inwards: The white in my exes will shine.
All plans forgotten: I've drawn a brand-new sign.
Sometimes it all seems so tasteless.
We carry on just the same, regardless.
My heart is hollow.
All I feel, so shallow.
Show me someone to follow.
Give me something to crave for.
What I've searching for doesn't exist:
Tonight we step out of the past and grow, grow to the sun.
Autor(es): Robin Staps