Point Me At Lost Islands
Tired Pony
By the look in your down-turned eyes
you've had enough of these angry skies
I can't wait just like you can't wait
until we're out, past familiar gates
Your hands are freezing cold on my face
just like the winter snow that covers up this place
It's what you wrote in the book's first page
It's what I've hungered for on that stage
Those seven words shook the life back in
so let's just run 'til we lose our breath
Point me at lost islands. Point me at the sea
I've love to know the sound of nothing else but you
For the life of me, I don't know
what took us so long, but here we are
Standing face to face, suddenly
everything makes sense, at least to me
