islands really something

Whitney

What if this cold life I lead
Made a fool out of me?
There s no islands in this motel
But I ll tip my glass til I m well beyond fried
No, it won t be long til I m going blind
From the damage done tonight

So long, farewell
It must be hard to tell
But I was really something

I never went far playing games
Or hiding from the winds of change
So Desire, where you been?
You left my mind in a tailspin
But I suppose it didn t take us long to know
We d burn too bright together, you and I

We were lost at best
Just a phase, I guess
But it was really something

Break a fall in stride
And hell, you might just find
Your life was really something