Sixpence None The Richer - Drifting lyrics

drifting away from you spinning down to the pinpoint drop of isolation in a spell walking away from the fire that keeps my heart from turning ice golden feet grace the surface of the sea sinking deeper i view them from underneath flailing kicking as i head for the deep i question a hypothetical lead supper oh god receive my outstretched hand will i inhale the blue spinning down upon the gla** a ghost towards realization of a cell enclosing the hauntings of a past that blind the eyes and rust the heart so i fell i need you to take my hand and keep my heart from ice