Fantasy Island

Fantasy Island - The Shins

Written by：James Mercer

Long in tooth olives and vermouth

I dine like an aging pilot

Where are they now the money and the crowd

Must I really come back down

It's like I never was a kid the big math just wasted youth on me

Making impressions like I did your friends never thought that much of me

And now I want to fall into something else

An origami plane to a distant island

And I don't want to show you my feelings

I don't want to force you to deal

I just want to crash through the ceiling

Before it gets too real

All my life compromise on wings of resignation

Big grey eyes staring from the sky

Am I humble enough now

I've always had something to hide

My skinny arms my evil intentions

And back at school hitting the fire alarms

Desperately wanting attention

Well I was just a boy

Out there on my own

Wishing I could fly

Fantasy island

And I don't want to show you my feelings

I don't want to bore you to death

I just want to crash through the ceiling

Get it off my chest

It's like I never was a kid the big math it wasted youth on me

Making impressions like I did your friends never thought that much of me

Well I was just a boy

Out there on my own

Wishing I could fly

Fantasy island

And I don't want to show you my feelings

I don't want to force you to deal

I just want to crash through the ceiling

Before it gets too real

Before it gets too real

Before it gets too real

Real

Real