Gardiner’s Island

Cement is sand and water
This city's made out of that nature
Straight lines or serpentine
A tree is still a tree is still a tree

What am I looking at?
What am I looking at?
What am I looking at?
What am I looking at?
What am I looking at?
What am I looking at?
What am I looking at?
What am I looking at?

Light be it particle or wave has force
Even when I walk away I move from source
Order or alchemy
I am still me, I am still me, I am still me

What am I looking at?
What am I looking at?
What am I looking at?
What am I looking at?
What am I looking at?
What am I looking at?
What am I looking at?
What am I looking at?

Afterall there's not much left to decide
You've been telling me for years it's in the design
Hexagon, long afternoons
I still can't believe what us kids went through

Tears of rage
Tеars of grief
Shed them likе a snake
To be here at all is fate
To be here at all is fate
To be here at all is fate