The Island

They say the skies of Lebanon are burning

Those mighty cedars bleeding in the heat

They're showing pictures on the television

Women and children dying in the street

Now it's flooded in our own place

Still trying to reach the future through the past

Still trying to carve tomorrow from a tombstone

But hey don't listen to me

This wasn't meant to be no sad song

We've heard too much of that before

Right now I only wanna be here with you

Till the morning dew comes falling

I wanna take you to the island

And trace your footprints in the sand

And in the evening when the sun goes down

We'll make love to the sound of the ocean

They're raising banners over by the market

White-washing slogans on the shipyard walls

Witch doctors praying for a mighty showdown

No way our holy flag is gonna fall

Up here we sacrifice our children

To feed the worn out dreams of yesterday

And teach them dying will lead us into glory

But hey don't listen to me

This wasn't meant to be no sad song

We've sung too much of that before

Right now I only wanna be here with you

Till the morning dew comes falling

I wanna take you to the island

And trace your footprints in the sand

And in the evening when the sun goes down

We'll make love to the sound of the ocean

I wanna take you to the island

And trace your footprints in the sand

And in the evening when the sun goes down

We'll make love to the sound of the ocean

Of the ocean

Of the ocean