Drifting
Sixpence None The Richer
Letra

Álbum: This Beautiful Mess ( 1995)

drifting away from you 
spinning down to the pinpoint drop of isolation 
in a spell 
walking away from the fire 
that keeps my heart 
from turning ice 
golden feet grace the surface of the sea 
sinking deeper I view them from underneath 
flailing, kicking as I head for the deep 
I question a hypothetical lead supper 
oh God receive my outstretched hand 
will I inhale the blue 
spinning down upon the glass 
a ghost towards realisation of a cell 
enclosing the hauntings of a past 
that blind the eyes 
and rust the heart 
so I fell 
I need you to take my hand 
and keep my heart from ice...