Back to the Islands

We spent a day on the Hebridean Island of Iona. White sands, turquoise waters, and a long, lonely beach for just the three of us. Incredible.

And the moon brings us back
I'm going back over to the islands
In between your smiles
There's a clue whether to scream or be silent
And the wind blows sad and joyful
On our arrival onto the island
And with your sense of dislocation
You make the perfect travelling companion

And the world will always seem
So much younger than me
When I take the boat out
A crowded world will always seem
Emptier to me
When I take the boat out

Suspicion fills a stranger
Who looks beyond the horizon
All the days that I've found love and left
With only my feelings to survive on
I walk the solemn line in with the rhythm
Of the seas around the island
And there are times to act and times to stand back
In time to show what's needed to rely on

And the world will always seem
So much younger than me
When I take the boat out
A crowded world will always seem
Emptier to me
When I take the boat out

When the sea answers the island...
When I take the boat out
It's emptier and silent...
When I take the boat out

How come you always seem so real defined
You put your hand in my hand
Make it my design
And we give what we have and we do what we can
Put your hand in my hand

And the sea answers the island...

- Take Me Back to the Islands, Idlewild