I'm on the run, I'm hanging on
Just hold your breath, and grab my open hand
A hurricane, an aching pain
Is closing down, shutters on everything
Oh, my love is, ever burning
Build it high, as the seasons turn in
(Oh my love) oh my love, (time is up) time is come
(Oh my love) to build something, from the sea
Build an island, where we can be
I need the dry land, just you and me
Can we build that high, can you say you’ll try
Don’t just sit and stare, I can almost feel it
The cooking sand, falling through my hand
Like the time we waste, being on a different page
Oh, my love is, ever burning
Build it high, as the seasons turn in
(Oh my love) oh my love, (time is up) time is come
(Oh my love) to build something, from the sea
Build an island, where we can be
I need the dry land, just to be
All ours, it’ll be all ours, it’ll be
All ours, it’ll be all ours, it’ll be
All ours, it’ll be all ours, it’ll be
Build an island, where we can be
I need the dry land, just to be
Build an island, where we can be
I need the dry land, just to be
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