Lyrics: James Holt
Music: James Holt
Sometimes I can be an island,
When the tide comes in and the sirens sing,
A song of sadness, call it madness,
Sometimes I can be a highway,
That everyone will ride when the mile is wide,
But a road well-run is good for no one,
They might see a drowning man,
Hopelessly doing what he can and heβll be fine sometimes,
Sometimes I can be a painter,
When the light is right with a beautiful sight,
And life has colour, bright and fuller,
But sometimes I can be a shelter,
When the rain is hard and home is far,
If you need a bed to lie on, arm to cry on,
But they might see a drowning man,
Hopelessly doing what he can,
Lost at sea, beneath a wave,
But you must see the life to save and throw a line every time,