| I just woke up from a dream |
| I was in a place I'd never been and never seen |
| So I packed up my horse |
| Everything seemed sweet |
| Found the closest speakeasy and ordered us a drink |
| Fuck, I never thought I'd lose my mind |
| I suppose sanity is easy to lose and hard to find |
| Hey and can you hear that tintinabulation |
| Are all the bats in the belfry again |
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| A land-borne illusion breaks the ocean surface |
| Is this mental confusion or have I finally found my purpose |
| Coconut congas playing in time with the waltz of a tortoise |
| A symphony of delusion as my thoughts finally realize their purpose |
| I hope this place is here in the morning |
| Or I'll be floating back to the land with the water bloated corpses |
| Their palm trees looking at me funny ith a sideways belligerence |
| A symphony of delusion as my thoughts realize their ignorance |
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| Paranoia's on the growth |
| Is that laughter or a crow? |
| Every rustle in the trees is a potential snare |
| Close my eyes and block my ears |
| Cut the cord and let me hear |
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| Phantom, phantom |
| Island, island |
| Phantom, phantom |
| Island, Island |
| Woo |
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| Am I chasing shadows? |
| Reality superimposed |
| There are footprints in the sand |
| Hear the crackle of dry leaves |
| Every wave that brakes too close |
| Every whisper of the breeze |
| Every shape inside a cloud |
| Every star that's out of place |
| Everything that I believe |
| Throw it all into the sea and be free |
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| Sixteen horses galloping |
| Twelve long years of graft and grappeling |
| The pull by this horse |
| I can feel it in my loins |
| The crippling moonwashed cycle |
| The lapping rip, the rising flood |
| The flip of the coin |
| It's another turning point |
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| Phantom island, insane asylum |
| Phantom island, insane asylum |
| I'm the toad, the cat, the dog |
| The layman, one true god |
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| Let your bygones be bygones |
| Bow down to see the time fall |
| The long lagoon of rhythmic grooves |
| Bound and stampede running through the |
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| Phantom island, insane asylum |
| Phantom island, insane asylum |
| Phantom island, insane asylum |
| Chanting sirens ringing clear |
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| The palm trees, heads are banging |
| Stuck inside of mental seas |
| God, it's me, the sharp cliff hanging |
| We must retreat back to sea |
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