The Island

The Island - Bad Religion

There's a world outside but I can't really make it

There's a life to lead but I can't exactly fake it

Yet the mood feels right

But my island is sinking out of sight

I made jetties so they'd catch all the sediment

Removed the rocks and every impediment

But the tide's rising high to wash away my island in the night

The sheltering sky was to be my everlasting lullaby

They said that islands were solid as bedrock

Standing firm forevermore

But over time even basement wastes away to the unrelenting shore

There's a lonely seed waiting to be planted

I've instructions but desire is wholly absent

I'm just a petrel in the storm

My island can't protect me anymore