Temple of Boom Songtext
von Michael Giacchino

Dear Isabelle
When I was about your age, my uncle, Edgar travelled to Antarctica
Every night, I lay awake, trying to imagine his adventures
I couldn′t wait for him to come home and when he finally returned
He came over for dinner and I grilled him with his questions
But he went all quiet
I couldn't get anything out of him


Six months at the end of the Earth
And all I can say was how much I miss grandma′s pies
Now I know why
Living on this island, word seem completely inadequate to the task at hand
How would I tell you about the color of the sky?
What are the words for an ocean that is not blue
But 5000 different hues every time I blink?
How could I describe a beauty that is overwhelming
And terrifying all at the same time?

My darling daughter
I'm sorry I'm missing you growing up
If I ever find my way home
I promise I will find the words to tell you all my stories, somehow
Love, your mother