Texty: Minus The Bear. Drilling.

this is us on a western atlantic coast
with no place to be
just taking in the sea

tonight with a constant buzz
we're 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 on the grass along the edge

"is this a dream,"
you ask and i don't say anything
because 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 on the grass along the edge

you know that tomorrow comes like disease to us

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 coming home