Out To The Islands Lyrics

Going out to the islands

Red spit, palms and rusting planes

Beehives in the bay

Rowing out to the islands

Tuna leaping in the waves

Anchors aweigh!

Let me take you down

Where they never heard of winter

Yes, you like the sound

But paradise has splinters

Smoking Mother and Daughter

Black sand and boiling sea

Sunken ships and bubble weed

Coal black frangipani

Sticky beche de mer

Pumice and salty air

Let me take you down

Where they never heard of winter

Yes, you like the sound

But paradise has splinters

You don't forget their voices,

The way they held your hand

They watched you playing in the sand

You've got no ground beneath you

You've lost your engineers

Where are my musketeers?

Archipelago

Black majestic cloud

Pyroclastic flow

Island in a shroud

Let me take you down

Where they never heard of winter

Yes, you like the sound

But paradise has splinters