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 traffic
Sprung up, shining
Already obsolete
It was a sunset to remember
As we crossed the straits 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 postmen by name

Oh, for shame, for shame, for shame

Well we're drifting out
In modern ways
We're drifting out
We're drifting out in 350,000,000 modern ways

Well I found singularity
I found it at the bottom of the Mail Online comments section
Ha ha ha, laugh it off
Well I found joy, peace, and understanding
I found it in the comfort of my own home late at night
Just scrolling, and scrolling, and scrolling
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
We're drifting out in 350,000,000 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