Текст: Sarah Brightman. Island.

What is life revealing but base reality
Take it how you want to nothing comes for free
We go all around believing in perfect harmony
Who tells us that's the right way? Just open up and see

Like living on an island, I'm lost no land in sight
Like living on an island, I'm drifting without end
Somehow believe in this dream of life like living on an island

Never ending questions, a trip through darkened space
Sometimes getting nearer to questions asked with grace
But in the end it's all believing in whichever way you will
The answer or the mystery, once black is now too white

Like living on an island, I'm lost no land in sight
Like living on an island, I'm drifting without end
Somehow believe in this dream of life like living on an island

Like living on an island, I'm lost no land in sight
Like living on an island, I'm drifting without end
Somehow believe in this dream of life like living on an island

Like living on an island, I'm lost no land in sight
Like living on an island, I'm drifting without end