Islands
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?
From a glowing line
We were found out
With our hands raised
On the cold ground
In a barren place
