Take Me Back to the Islands

And the moon brings us back

I'm going back over to the islands

In between your smiles

There's a clue whether to scream or be silent

And the wind blows sad and joyful

On our arrival onto the island

And with your sense of dislocation

You make the perfect travelling companion



And the world will always seem

So much younger than me

When I take the boat out

A crowded world will always seem

Emptier to me

When I take the boat out



Suspicion fills a stranger

Who looks beyond the horizon

All the days that I've found love and left

With only my feelings to survive on

I walk the solemn line in with the rhythm

Of the seas around the island

And there are times to act and times to stand back

In time to show what's needed to rely on



And the world will always seem

So much younger than me

When I take the boat out

A crowded world will always seem

Emptier to me

When I take the boat out



When the sea answers the island

When I take the boat out

It's emptier and silent

When I take the boat out



How come you always seem so real defined

You put your hand in my hand

Make it my design

And we give what we have and we do what we can

Put your hand in my hand



How come you always seem so real defined

Put your hand in my hand

Make it our design

And we give what we have and we do what we can

Put your hand in my hand



And the sea answers the island