We Drift On - Dan Black, Imogen Heap

I just want to feel my heart

You just want to tear apart

Drunk up on a balcony

Laid and gazed at galaxies

The northern wind howls again

Skateboard home through the pouring rain

Get back home to the still again

And microwave meals and cellophane

For you

We drift on

We drift on

We drift on

We drift on

Fell asleep under stars

Arms tied to them battle scars

Woken by the melting moon

Strip malls glowing in the gloom

The northern wind howls again

You cycle on through the pouring rain

Get back home to the still again

And microwave meals and cellophane

For you

We drift on

We drift on

We drift on

We drift on

Why won’t it come to me, come to me

From that seeing me, seeing me

I’m so lonely, so lonely

Come to me, come to me

I’m so lonely, so lonely

Come to me, come to me

Finally…

We drift on

We drift on

We drift on

We drift on