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Teksty: Trent Willmon. Island.

She's like the ocean that takes my breath away
Endless an' open and in a moment she can change
Like water flowin' and fillin' up my soul
No way of knowing how deep she really goes
An' sometimes I can predict her like the tides
An' some days her storm'll take me by surprise

But I'm her rock up on the shoreline
I'm her piece of solid ground
An' I'm the one that she can lean on
When her waves come crashin' down

An' she's afraid that with the rain
I'll drift away an' I'll disappear
But she's my ocean an' I'm her island
I ain't goin' anywhere

What she don't know is before she came along
I was goin' nowhere, so close to being gone
Just another drifter lost at sea
Until the day her love surrounded me

Now, I'm her rock up on the shoreline
I'm her piece of solid ground
An' I'm the one that she can lean on
When her waves come crashin' down

An' she's afraid that with the rain
I'll drift away an' I'll disappear
But she's my ocean an' I'm her island
I ain't goin' anywhere

An' she's afraid that with the rain
I'll drift away an' I'll disappear
But I'm stayin' right here
'Cause she's my ocean an' I'm her island
I ain't goin' anywhere

Yeah, I'm her island