Fantasy Island from Fantasy Island by Andy Klingensmith

Fantasy island
is calling to me
Phantom and silent
in fog on the sea
I'll pick berries
up high in a tree
Keep you warm with
a shelter of leaves
No worries on the beach
It's just a dream

I'll dig a hole
in the sand
so we can keep
some selfish wishes
from others looking to keep
this vacation from me
cos I'm not sharing the beach

Far away from this place
there is another, bathing in light
Where the warmth on your face
feels like your mother, holding you tight
And happiness, it falls like rain

All the food that you taste
it doesn't smother, it sits just right
And the beer in the case
is never bothered by cans of Sprite
And happiness, it falls like rain

• Experimental
• Chicago