I read your letter in the room
A secret plea to the heavens
As though heaven were beneath us
And the sky was emptied out
It seems that you've been having dreams
Of unbowed figures on the mountain
Surely they will come to pass dear
Into the arms of desolation
I want to see the ocean
I want to see the ocean
Without feeling like I don't
Have anyone around
island guys is great. heavily synth laden prog/pop reminiscent of some kind of darkest timeline phil collins, with spine-melting drum patterns Doomking