My heart can't find its home. It's just got nowhere to go. It keeps on wandering all alone, waiting to be let go.

I walk along the coastline. I see you on the other side. We've got our own pieces of land. I'm trying to wave with my both hands.

These islands are all that we have. These islands are all that we have. And I'm still trying to find a place for my heart to stay. I once had an idea, then it escaped.

Would you call home the place where you're most alone? Would you call it home just because there's nowhere else to go?

Now what you see, is just a tiny bit of me. Even if we could talk, I'd struggle to say anything at all.

These islands are all that we have. These islands are all that we have. I'm in conflict with my heart. These islands are all that we are.

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