Dropped From The Clouds Pulp Musicals (Ft. Jesse Bhamrah, Mariah Rose Faith, Matt Dahan & Natalie Masini)

CHORUS
Mobilis in mobili
Mobilis in mobili

NARRATOR
In the flash of the lightning
In the blink of an eye
Rose appeared on a beach in the rain
Out of breath, scared, and shivering
In a haze of confusion
Rose did her best to ascertain
Where she was, why she was there

CHORUS
Mobilis in mobili

NARRATOR
Where she was, why she was there

ROSE
Sand beneath my feet
Jungle at my back
An empty coastline
You must be Lincoln Island
Where is the welcoming committee
No Ellen Austin
No Antikythera
No longer drowning
A fair exchange, Lincoln Island
What do you have planned for me
Sent from one storm to another
You took me from my brother
Samuel, John, and Margaret, are you still sailing?
Travelers far and wide
I’m glad you’re on our side
But help me understand
‘Cause I’m failing
Why have I been dropped from the clouds?
A raindrop that’s fallen to earth
That joins a gathering wave
Dropped from the clouds
Onto a mysterious island
A writer lost at sea
Unable to swim
You would not let me die
So I’m here, Lincoln Island
What secrets do you hold within