glada

Future Islands

New canopies arise
From the crumbling framework
The remnants of fire

And you came as you are
And they said
Â?HeavenÂ?s a mystery, unless youÂ?re a star. Â?
Â?Unless youÂ?ve a crown. Â?

But theyÂ?re wrong
And you can walk this head around and gone
Or we can fly

Who am I?
Do I deserve to see again?
The slow lapping waves
Bathing my face in light

In the night
Long after summer winds
In the last, diving in
Finding love and a friend
In the dawn

The blueberries arrive
Round the purpling nettles
The ramsons' empire

And you came from the stars
And you said
Â?We are the prey that we seek in the darkÂ?

But who am I?
Do I deserve the sea again?
Slow lapping waves
Bathing my face in light

In the dawn
For far and long, as I have been
The last time around
Now finding a friend

Who am I?
Why do I deserve the sea again?
After all IÂ?ve done
And finding love in the end