Sixpence None The Richer - Drifting
from the album "This Beautiful Mess"
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
Flainling, kicking as I head for the deep I
Question a hypotheical lead super
Oh God recieve my outstretched hand
Will I inhale the blue
Spinning down upon the glass
A ghost towards realization of a cell
Enclosing the hauntings of a past
That blinds the eyes and rusts the heart
Golden feet grace the surface of the sea
Sinking deeper I view them from underneath
Flainling, kicking as I head for the deep I
Question a hypotheical lead super
Oh God recieve my outstretched hand
So I fell
I need you to take my hand
And keep my heart from ice
Golden feet grace the surface of the sea
Sinking deeper I view them from underneath
Golden feet grace the surface of the sea
Sinking deeper I view them from underneath
Flainling, kicking as I head for the deep