Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Driftwood, artist - The Classic Crime. Album song How to Be Human, in the genre АльтернативаDate of issue: 27.04.2017
Record label: BC
Song language: English
Driftwood |
| Every whisper is a gunshot in a crowded terminal |
| Every cry for help so quiet it is barely audible |
| Every callous numbing feeling gets invited to the bar |
| Instead of salt on all your wounds |
| You pour well whiskey on your scars |
| But you’re not hard |
| No one sees who you are |
| You ward off the drunken stares at last call |
| But you’ve got what I want |
| You’ve got what I want |
| Driftwood |
| Call me a name if it feels good |
| I’ll be the break where your ache has stood |
| All of your failures are widowers |
| But I’m still right here |
| And you’re not hard |
| I can see who you are |
| And I’ll work hard |
| To bring you back to the start |
| 'Cause you’ve got what I want |
| You’ve got what I want |
| As the driftwood whittles down |
| You see the beauty that it had |
| Carried through the open ocean |
| 'Till it finally reached the sand |
| Where I came upon its sadness |
| Saw the glory it contained |
| And you let me cut you slowly until only you remained |
| 'Cause you’ve got what I want |
| 'Cause you’ve got what I want |
| You’ve got what I want |