Fluorescent lights and the morning rain A concrete loop in a heavy brain The subway doors are a closing jaw Locked in the cycle of a silent law Coffee is cold and the screen is grey Counting the minutes of a hollow day But I’ve got a ticket in a secret hand To a shoreline made of golden sand. No more badges, no more clocks Leave the shadows on the city docks Five hundred miles from the office door I don’t recognize the ghost anymore The static is fading, the signal is new Trading the grey for a deeper blue Out on the edge where the trade winds blow Watching the heavy layers go. Oh, take me down where the salt air sings Where the heart uncurls its frozen wings! Beyond the noise and the neon street Where the island pulse and the spirit meet! Oh, let the rhythm of the tide begin To wash away the world beneath my skin! New faces smiling in a different light We own the sun and we claim the night! Sand in the pockets of my tired soul Making the broken pieces whole A stranger’s laugh and a shared glass Watching the summer seasons pass No more "working for the weekend" blues Just the salt spray on my dancing shoes The architecture of the stress is gone In the amber glow of a tropical dawn. I’m a resident of the open air With the ocean breeze in my messy hair Every heartbeat is a clean escape In a world that I no longer have to shape The frequency is finally clear There is no "tomorrow" to fear Just the moment and the rising heat And the sand beneath my wandering feet. The metro is a ghost, the job is a dream I’m finally drifting in a different stream No deadline, no pressure, no walls in sight [Build-up] Just the infinite reach of the island light! Oh, take me down where the salt air sings Where the heart uncurls its frozen wings! Beyond the noise and the neon street Where the island pulse and the spirit meet! Oh, let the rhythm of the tide begin To wash away the world beneath my skin! New faces smiling in a different light We own the sun and we claim the night! No more metro... Just the blue...
