Composed by Shimmers
(Verse 1)
The compass spun a wild and tangled line,
For a private island, lost outside of time.
They say the water’s clear, the sand is fine,
But a heavy silence lingers on the vine.
A velvet curtain hung on every door,
For the kind of secrets you can’t look for.
The flights came and went, in the dead of night,
And the world looked on, in the morning’s light.
(Chorus)
There has to be a story, locked behind the gates,
For the deals that were made, and the sealed up fates.
There has to be a reason for the shadows and the sound,
In that cruel paradise, buried underground.
Oh, the secrets, they are heavy, in the air,
For a truth too dark for the world to bear.
(Verse 2)
The whispers traveled, like a restless breeze,
Through the tangled branches of the royal trees.
A long list of names, in a little black book,
And every time you read it, you have to take a look.
The faces in the pictures, with a silent, pleading stare,
A silent promise, in a whispered prayer.
A playground for the powerful, built of gilded lies,
And a world of questions, in a victim’s eyes.
(Chorus)
There has to be a story, locked behind the gates,
For the deals that were made, and the sealed up fates.
There has to be a reason for the shadows and the sound,
In that cruel paradise, buried underground.
Oh, the secrets, they are heavy, in the air,
For a truth too dark for the world to bear.
(Bridge)
They say the island’s empty, that the tide has washed it clean,
But you can still feel the shadows, in the humid, ghostly scene.
And every wave that crashes, every stone that’s turned,
Is a broken, silent promise, from a lesson that we’ve learned.
How much truth can a small piece of land hold,
And still not let the whole dark story unfold?
(Chorus)
There has to be a story, locked behind the gates,
For the deals that were made, and the sealed up fates.
There has to be a reason for the shadows and the sound,
In that cruel paradise, buried underground.
Oh, the secrets, they are heavy, in the air,
For a truth too dark for the world to bear.
(Outro)
So we look and we listen, for a whisper or a sign,
To find the cruel secrets, that we left behind.
Yeah, the secrets…
We left behind.
On that island…
That we left behind.
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