Terra Incognita

Standing at the edge of a prisoners' island,
Far down south where the wild things grow
Life or death, it's a fragile line
In this rugged land that we call home
The bluest blues you will ever see,
Red tracks lead the way,
White sands stretch for days
These whitewash dreams steal your hear away

Stare into the sun as it makes its way 'round,
Rising from the hills with a fiery glow
Shines bright across the plains,
Sinking to the depths where the wild things swim
Waves roll from all around,
Raw ocean swell
Crashing on the rocks, the shallow banks,
That guard these shores from bay to bay

Look to the sky, look to the sea,
Define the visions in front of me
Look to the stars, back to the sea,
Searching for answers might set us free

In this land we call our home
With the dirt that stains our skin,
And the salt that fills our lungs
It's the land I call my home

The dirt on my skin and the salt in my lungs,
Give me strength, solace inside

Look to the sky, look to the sea,
All of this beauty surrounds you and me
Look to the stars, back to the sea,
Searching for answers will set us free

It's our island in the sun,
This is our island in the sun