This is us on a western Atlantic coast:
With no place to be, just taking 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 gra** along the edge
"Is this a dream?"
You ask, and I don't say anything
Because 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 have our stay
This old story:
When we're gone I feel I'd never miss anyone
And you lay in the gra** 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