The Seven Islands - Joel Alme

[ti:Point Me At Lost Islands]
[ar:Tired Pony]
[al:The Place We Ran From]
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[00:02.00]Tired Pony - Point Me At Lost Islands
[00:06.00]LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang
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[00:27.21]By the look in your down-turned eyes,
[00:32.80]you've had enough of these angry skies.
[00:39.04]I can't wait just like you can't wait
[00:44.99]until we're out, past familiar gates.
[00:50.64]Your hands are freezing cold on my face,
[00:56.54]just like the winter snow that covers up this place.
[01:14.75]It's what you wrote in the book's first page.
[01:20.53]It's what I've hungered for on that stage.
[01:26.58]Those seven words shook the life back in,
[01:32.27]so let's just run 'til we lose our breath.
[01:38.22]Point me at lost islands. Point me at the sea.
[01:44.28]I've love to know the sound of nothing else but you.
[02:02.40]For the life of me, I don't know
[02:08.65]what took us so long, but here we are.
[02:14.82]Standing face to face, suddenly
[02:20.75]everything makes sense, at least to me.