The Islands Lyrics & Chords By Chris Thompson

Thompson-McIntosh

Floating through the ceiling underneath the silvery moon
A band of wily islanders were dancing in the room
Capturing the moment and and holding it in time
Stepping on the islands, finding nothing that'll rhyme.

Here we go, here we go
Here we go, right back where we started from.

You were young and lovely, a prisoner in disguise
A fortress quite unlimiting was hidden in your eyes
So breaking with tradition, to keep the dream alive
Your message in a bottle was just drifting with the tide.

Here we go, here we go
Here we go, right back where we started from.

You're on the islands, nobody can touch you
Nobody ..

Here we go, here we go
Here we go, right back where we started from.