Drilling

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 grass along the edge

"Is this a dream?" you ask, and I don't say anything

Because this 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'll have our stay

This old story

When we're gone, I feel I'd never miss anyone

And you lay in the grass along the edge

You know that tomorrow

Comes like disease to us

You know that tomorrow

Comes

From this cliff's edge, the 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