Chris Thompson - The Islands lyrics

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.