Trip to Island

This is where we're meant to be.
The dashboard lights are glowing low,
A world we'll never fully know.
Your hand in mine, we're floating high,
Beneath the vast and endless sky.
The music fills the empty space, a gentle touch,
A warm embrace.
We leave the past behind the glass,
And let the future come to pass.
We're moving through the silent air,
The stars are scattered everywhere.