Song | Drilling |
Artist | Minus the Bear |
Album | Menos El Oso |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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 cold in this foreign home | |
This old story | |
When we're gone | |
I'll feel | |
I've never missed anyone | |
You lay in the grass along the edge“ | |
Is this a dream?", you ask and I don't say anything'Cause this may be a dreamAnd we come to this place like two convicts that have escapedFrom the prison of everyday and for the moment we'll have our stayThis old storyWhen we're gone I'll feel I've never missed anyoneYou lay in the grass along the edgeFrom this cliff's edge the gulls fly below usDiving into the sea below us, below usAnd I'm not cold tonight beside you, beside youAnd we're not cold tonightThis old storyWhen we're gone I'll feel I've never missed anyoneThis old storyExpatriate, you're coming homeThis old storyWhen we're gone I'll feel I've never missed anyoneThis old storyExpatriate, you're coming homeYou're coming homeYou're coming homeYou're coming homeYou're coming homeYou're coming |
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 cold in this foreign home | |
This old story | |
When we' re gone | |
I' ll feel | |
I' ve never missed anyone | |
You lay in the grass along the edge" | |
Is this a dream?", you ask and I don' t say anything' Cause this may be a dreamAnd we come to this place like two convicts that have escapedFrom the prison of everyday and for the moment we' ll have our stayThis old storyWhen we' re gone I' ll feel I' ve never missed anyoneYou lay in the grass along the edgeFrom this cliff' s edge the gulls fly below usDiving into the sea below us, below usAnd I' m not cold tonight beside you, beside youAnd we' re not cold tonightThis old storyWhen we' re gone I' ll feel I' ve never missed anyoneThis old storyExpatriate, you' re coming homeThis old storyWhen we' re gone I' ll feel I' ve never missed anyoneThis old storyExpatriate, you' re coming homeYou' re coming homeYou' re coming homeYou' re coming homeYou' re coming homeYou' re coming |
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 cold in this foreign home | |
This old story | |
When we' re gone | |
I' ll feel | |
I' ve never missed anyone | |
You lay in the grass along the edge" | |
Is this a dream?", you ask and I don' t say anything' Cause this may be a dreamAnd we come to this place like two convicts that have escapedFrom the prison of everyday and for the moment we' ll have our stayThis old storyWhen we' re gone I' ll feel I' ve never missed anyoneYou lay in the grass along the edgeFrom this cliff' s edge the gulls fly below usDiving into the sea below us, below usAnd I' m not cold tonight beside you, beside youAnd we' re not cold tonightThis old storyWhen we' re gone I' ll feel I' ve never missed anyoneThis old storyExpatriate, you' re coming homeThis old storyWhen we' re gone I' ll feel I' ve never missed anyoneThis old storyExpatriate, you' re coming homeYou' re coming homeYou' re coming homeYou' re coming homeYou' re coming homeYou' re coming |