The Island Video (MV)

I hate it here
My fear is I'll die here
The bricks, my chimney is louder than it has been
There are no presents here
I hate what I get when I open my eyes. I hate my presence here
I've let others build my castle to not invite me in
I don't need the fires in the den, within
I remember almost washing away once, my soul was close to sinking
I stayed awake with salt in my eyes
Childish things become Childish things in sand
There is power here with no man, but I know there's power here
And the people I miss have broken my home
My light has dimmed, and that's not fair
If fish can't drown why can't I breath?
I'll see, for myself... the ship is coming
Beneath those ors lie my fears
But,I hate it here, the island
I hate it here, the island
I hate to, the island hear me say I, hate it in here...

Hey you coming?