We sailed to our own little island,

where the beaches were white,

and the stars lit up the night.

Where the rain was soft,

and we are the waves,

crashed upon the rocks.

Me and you lived on our little island,

where the beaches were white.

But then one summer day,

all the good went away,

as the beach is now black,

I out-lived your life,

and knew you wouldnt come back.