"Drilling" lyrics

"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'd never miss anyone
And you lay in the grass along the edge

"Is this a dream?" You ask, and I don't say anything
'Cause it 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'd 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, gulls fly below us
Diving into the sea below us, 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'd never miss anyone
This old story
Expatriate, you're coming home

This old story
When we're gone I feel I'd never miss anyone
This old story
Expatriate, you're coming home


Thanks to TayP. for adding these lyrics.
Writer(s): Erin Johnson, Cory Murchy, Dave Knudson, Jake Snider, Matthew Bayles
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