Angels Comsat Island Heart
Genie in a light brown bottle a little bitter in asides
She's fishing where the coast is not so clear
A ship in the night is putting out to sea
And it could be coming -
- could be coming -
- could be coming here
It's not her maiden voyage but she floats across the
floor
Doesn't want to wait and see what gets washed ashore
Will you sail to this island heart?
Will you sail to this island heart?
I'd never heard that kind of thing in my whole life
before
Maybe it's a code that I don't know
I hope the next one's plain sailing 'cause this one's
on the rocks
And the tide is coming -
- tide is coming
- tide is coming in
She's a skin diver looking for the treasure chest
I'd really like to guide her but she's out of her depth
Will you sail to this island heart?
Will you sail to this island heart?
Set sail ...
Flicking through the letters on the doormat today
Looks like there's a postcard from abroad
'The weather's fine here, but you know the rest,
'And you didn't pass -
- didn't pass -
- didn't pass the test!'
Palm trees sway gently as a breeze blows from the sea
Now I don't think it's such a bad place to be
A million stars light up the island night
But the sand gets in my eyes sometimes
Will you sail to this island heart?
Will you sail to this island heart?
Will you sail
Will you sail
Will you sail to this island ... heart?
