Drilling
This is us on a Western Atlantic Coast
With no place to be, just takin in the sea
Tonight with a constant buzz, staring at the ocean crashing on
All the rocks below in this foreign home
This old story,
When we're gone I feel I'll never miss anyone
And you lay in the grass along the edge
Is this a dream,
You ask and I don't say anything
'Cuz this may be a dream
And we come to this place,
Like two convicts that have escaped
From the prison of everyday
And for the moment we'll have our stay
This old story,
When we're gone I feel I'll never miss anyone
And you lay in the grass along the edge
You know that tomorrow comes like disease to us
You know that tomorrow comes
From this cliff's edge,
The gulls fly below us
Diving into the sea below us
And I'm not cold tonight,
Beside you, beside you
And we're not cold tonight
This old story,
When we're gone I feel I'll never miss anyone
This old story
Expatriate, you're comin' home