Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dragging the Coast, artist - Carridale. Album song The Wandering, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 20.08.2012
Record label: Panic
Song language: English
Dragging the Coast |
And how long would you say I’d have to wait? |
I’ve been feeling around these white washed walls watching the time slip away |
They think I’m strong, they think I’m brave |
But the walls around me are closing in |
It’s getting harder every day |
I know this isn’t me, or who I’m supposed to be |
I’ve been weak for weeks |
I’ve been losing sleep trying to stay up on my feet |
You see, I hate these streets |
They just remind me of defeat |
And home could never mean anything if it never wanted me |
And how can I believe in anything? |
And I’m sorry. |
It’s just the way I have to deal |
Because I’ve been searching for something real |
and dragging the coast to see where I left myself |
And I figured out that each new city takes a piece of me |
I’m spread way too thin, I swear you wouldn’t believe |
But I would never change a thing. |
It’s never been hard for me |
to make excuses for this life I lead |
Without these sleepless nights I swear I couldn’t breathe |
They are the best and worst of me |
I need to find a place |
to store my peace of mind |
A way to face the worst of days |
if no one is on my side |
I’ve got to find a way to believe |
And I’m sorry. |
It’s just the way I have to deal |
Because I’ve been searching for something real |
and dragging the coast to see where I left myself |
And I figured out that each new city takes a piece of me |
I’m spread way too thin, I swear you wouldn’t believe |
But I would never change a thing. |
Where do we go? |
Where do we go? |
Where do we go from here? |
I’ve got to find my way back |
and find something to call my own |
Where do we go? |
Where do we go? |
Where do we go from here? |
I’ve got to find my way back |
and find something to call my own |
And I’m sorry. |
It’s just the way I have to deal |
Because I’ve been searching for something real |
and dragging the coast to see where I left myself |
And I figured out that each new city takes a piece of me |
I’m spread way too thin, I swear you wouldn’t believe |
But I would never change a thing. |
Where do we go? |
Where do we go? |
Where do we go from here? |
Where do we go? |
Where do we go? |
Where do we go from here? |