Islands

Josh Farro

Compositor: Josh Farro

White smoke
Black crow
Heart broke
In the melted snow

We were found out
With our hands raised
On the cold ground
In a barren place

Drifting at sea
Without even trying
Why did we say
We were an island

Capsized
Tongue tied?
Night lights
From a glowing line

We were found out
With our hands raised
On the cold ground
In a barren place

Drifting at sea
Without even trying
Why did we say
We were an island