The Driftwood Sinn Testo

In this, the year of our Lord

I will die knowing I am not your only son

The faded sounds of windchimes in the distance

Oil platforms burn like candle operas


Does good come from deep within the soul

Or is it just an urge to be

So much finer than we are

How hard

So much finer than we are



Why don't we just say what we really feel

Was it good to wake up in some stranger's arms

Did you like the foul taste of his lips

Did his lover like the taste of yours
Sweet revenge never felt so good



Does good come from deep within the soul

Or is it just an urge to be

So much finer than we are

How hard

So much finer than we are



Scattered driftwood

Sounds of heartbeats

Smell of sulfer fills the salty air

We drown in our own blood

Oh God help me please

What have I done

What have I done



Does good come from deep within the soul

Or is it just an urge to be

So much finer than we are

How hard

So much finer than we are

Everything is so meaningless

(How hard

So much finer than we are)

Yet so meaningful

(So much finer than we are)

Though I was to die alone

(So much finer than we are)

So tonight we are alone