Manrique's Island

Tanned, feeling gold
Wild birds and gypsy girls
Hot skin, gold hair
Heaven's talking in the summer air
Dressing up in shells
Wild desert, alone land
I miss you like hell
Only you would understand
In this faded paradise where greens will grow wide, dry, and thirsty
I see levels of waves in a million different shapes, losing color in the distance
Where you
Where you
Where you
Drive me through the heights
The sky carved in our eyes
The ocean is a liquid diamond
The sun that once was in our back
Is now painted black
As we greet the horizon
Barefoot on the road
Being free is never feeling old
Starving eyes and empty hands
We leave our bags and pack the sand
Sculpting thoughts and days
It's all about the thrill anyway
The dripping from the rocks
Lay the night with its sparkling dots
Your words were dancing in my mind, like the leaves of the palms in this island
Our youth is not aging with time, it is burning red and bright like the fire
Where you
Where you
Where you
Drive me through the heights
The sky carved in our eyes
The ocean is a liquid diamond
The sun that once was in our back
Is now painted black
As we greet the horizon
And we dance until we
Become the island and the island's swing
And we dance until we
Become the island and the island's swing
And we dance until we
Become the island and the island's swing
And we dance
And we dance
Dance through the night
The sky in our eyes
The ocean is a liquid diamond
The sun that once was in our back
Is now painted black
As we greet the horizon