This island is so beautiful.
My room has a terrace that
The sun is bouncing on the water.
In the distance I can hear
the whispering of wind chimes
The sound perfumes the air.
A per fect moment here on earth
I don't want to let it go
Lofting through the trees
There is nothing as entrancing
I am swimming in the ocean
I am reading a thick book, I am eating a peach,
I am walking on the shoreline, I am picking
The whole time somewhere out there,
is that the sound of tiny bells?
No, it's wind chimes, floating on the breeze,
wind chimes, wafting through the trees, wind
ballet dancing, wind chimes
There is nothing as enchanting
I eat my dinner on the terrace
Then watch that burning sun
Extinguished by the ocean
Climb into my feather beds
But something's keeping me awake
Is it deep thoughts in my head?
No, it's wind chimes, floating on the breeze,
wind chimes, wafting through the trees, wind
chimes, the sound of angels polka dancing,
wind chimes, a sound I once thought life enhancing.
I close all the windows, but that tinkling sound breaks through,
my head. I put in earplugs too.
Now I open up the minibar,
drink tiny vodka, tiny gin.
I'm trapped here with the incessant din.
The sound I once thought enchanting.
Too much of a good thing is too much,
It's times like this I'm glad
I travel with a baseball bat.
Now I'm knocking down the
wind chimes within a mile of this place.
Now I'm going back to bed with
I don't know where you are!
Cricking with all their might
A dull yet monstrous roar
A sound that makes me long for
The sound of angels belly -dancing,
There is nothing as entrancing
