Islands More Islands Lyrics

We have everything
We have ever seen, close at hand
From the streets and the walks
And the fields and the tarmac
To the meals and the songs
And the words and the work I did

And I've told you
Where the dark went when I lit it
And what the words were
When I made then
And the fire in the bold
Sun creaking like it's old

We have everything
We have ever seen, close at hand
From the yards and their grass
And the sum of (I guess) everything To the calls of the crows
And the color shifts of the corn

And I've told you
Where the dark went when I lit it
And what the words were
When I made then
And the fire in the bold
Sun creaking like
It ought to creak

And all ll that I could hear were birds
All that I could hear were birds
All that I could hear were birds

But I know the sound
Of engines in the distance

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