I was trapped on a desert island The Island of the Real I could think and think all day long But I could hardly ever feel You could say And you wouldn’t be wrong Life had lost its sex appeal So I put this message in a bottle Even though my thoughts kept goin’ full-throttle I tossed my wish on the high sea And tried to let hope get the best of me But it was like swimmin’ uphill Wakin’ up was such a hard and bitter pill I hope you get my message in a bottle I hope it isn’t all wet and you can still read it I hope the ink hasn’t run and you can still heed it I hope help is really out there ’cause I desperately need it Then one day I saw my bottle There it was, bobbin’ right back to me I swam out to it far away from land And wouldn’t you know, what did I see Somebody had replaced my letter with a copy The same exact words Just written in their own hand I hope you get my message in a bottle I hope it isn’t all wet and you can still read it I hope the ink hasn’t run and you can still heed it I hope help is really out there ’cause I seriously need it I was trapped on a desert island The Island of the Real I could think and think all day long But I could hardly ever feel You could say And you wouldn’t be wrong Life had lost its sex appeal I hope you get my message in a bottle I hope it isn’t all wet and you can still read it I hope the ink hasn’t run and you can still heed it I hope help is really out there ’cause I desperately need it I hope you get my message in a bottle I hope it isn’t all wet and you can still read it I hope the ink hasn’t run and you can still heed it I hope help is really out there ’cause I desperately need it Copyright © DreamScroller. All rights reserved.