This Island

Come live on an island

And in his day, in his day

There were seats on the train

You'd like to build a new island

Push it out, float along

Singing all your useless songs

Well, we're drifting out in modern ways

Drifting out on modern waves

Looking sideways from some new tropic

Sprung up, shining, already obsolete

It was a sunset to remember

As we crossed the straights of Dover

You laughing and waving

In your pinstripe, double breasted suit, hey

Me with my head in my hands

Well, we're drifting out in modern ways

Drifting out on modern waves

The sky is black

Sometimes it's baby blue

Don't fight it, don't run

This island will come to you

The sky is black

Sometimes though, it's baby blue

Don't fight it, don't run

This island will come to

Come live on his island

And in his day, in his day

Where everyone spoke the same

Come live on her island

And in her day, in her day

She knew the postman by name

Oh, for shame, for shame, for shame

Well, we're drifting out in modern ways

Oh, we're drifting out

With just another 350 million modern ways

Well, I found singularity

I found it at the bottom of the mail online comments section

Ha-ha-ha, laugh it up

Well, I found joy, peace, and understanding

I found it in the comfort of my own home late at night

Just scrolling and scrolling, scrolling

Well, I, well, I know I've seen the truth

And I don't need any of these so-called experts to tell me otherwise

I've touched God

I've seen Him in the palm of my hand

Well, we're drifting out in modern ways

Well, we're drifting out, drifting out in 350 million modern ways

Telling me we're gonna be in those sunlit uplands

I don't know, I read it somewhere

Some place on the side of a bus