Lovers island
now in a place we are forced to call our home
a single empty piece of land where me and you stand hand in hand
for better or for worse
just like they told us, before we set sail to a mysterious island
with no supplies we made it just fine
stranded on this tropical paradise
swaying palm trees, and miles and miles of clear blue seas
far far away from civilation
we spend our tim making the best of our lives using our mind to better our decision to survive
being here has given us a chance of redemption not only not living miserably but a chance to live in tropical bliss
as you began to emerge from the crystal clear water, your foot leaving a print in the sand
me realizing my true love for you, that me and you have been able to make due
from as far as i can see it was truly meant to be
we are no longer living in a tropical paradise
but we are living in the mist of a lovers island