Sailing through blues
The ocean is flat as can be
Birds fly in twos
Speaking our tongue
They ask maybe
Could you point
To where the land could be
Front door is the tree line and
Kitchen's the golden beach
Turtles by the seaside
They're instead of our TV
Never gonna need one
A boat made of cut palm trees
Our island please
Out of the sky comes
Wind and rain and searing heat
Offer a lifeline
Just the way you look at me
Silver linings far as the eye can see
Front door is the tree line and
Kitchen's the golden beach
Turtles by the seaside
They're instead of our TV
Never gonna need one
A boat made of cut palm trees
Our island please
Stars they lead us home
It's far we'll get there before
The sunlight hits the floor
I couldn't ask for more
Front door is the tree line
Kitchen's the golden beach
Turtles by the seaside
They're instead of our TV
Never gonna need one
A boat made of cut palm trees
Our island please
Our island please
Our island please