in my little island i'm a little high at night i meet the light around my middle eye let the day away what ever came my way i lie in bed and pray the sun will rise again down down into the silence round round adrift and mindless dreaming in technicolor drown in crystal skies and i see little creatures hiding in the shadows trying hard to shine but they dim my light pulling, pushing, whispers saying dark's their home but no matter how they struggle they cannot stop me up up rising from the silence round round but now i'm seeing clearly because inside myself there lives a light of my own their hands are very small their voices very weak they have no flame within them only steal my shadows and i finally understand as i'm waking slowly that the light inside me no one can extinguish up up emerging from the silence bright bright i'm finding myself again dreaming in technicolor, rising up to fiery skies in my little island i'm no longer high at morning brings the light from my own inner eye and the little creatures vanish with first ray because where the sun is shining shadows cannot reach up up i'm surfacing to light whole whole collected and returned living in technicolor, i am free beneath the golden skies
