Isle of the Sun

Devoured the words, spoke unto me
 Frustrate the feelings of who I can be

Tested the waters for a safe place to hide
 Demanded a refund for my ticket to ride

Today I will rest
 For tomorrow is best
 Yesterday I did hate
 And today is too late

So...
 Run, run to the isle of the sun
 Where all good hearts roam free
 Run, run to the isle of the sun
 Where all the anger is set free

Crippled the crutches which supported my mind
 Isolated my eyes from the truth I might find

Delivered the demons to my innocent heart
 Stolen my hopes and tore me apart

Angry I speak
 Motivation is weak
 The hate in my eyes
 All clouded with lies

So...
 Run, run to the isle of the sun
 Where all good hearts roam free
 Run, run to the isle of the sun
 Where all the anger is set free

Words by: Nick Stephens
Music by: Nick Stephens and Mark Whittaker