Drifter

I HEAR IT COMING UP
I HEAR YOU WAKING UP

THE SAND IS MELTING ME
TAKING ME TO THE SEA

THE GLASS IS GLOWING FIRE-RED
THE FIRE THAT’S IN MY HEAD


THE TRENCHCOATS COVER ALL
PREVENT ME FROM THE FALL

I CAN’T FIND MY OTHER SHOE
MAYBE I LEFT IT WITH YOU

UNDER MY BED’S AN OIL WELL
GONNA KEEP IT TO MYSELF

I’M DRINKING THE WATER I KNOW WELL
I’M UNDER A SPELL

THE COLOUR OF THE SKY IS RED
SHALLOW WATERS AROUND MY BED

I’M DIVISIBLE BY THREE
I’M INVISIBLE TO TREES

I LIKE THAT PICTURE ON THE WALL
MMMM, I THINK IT’S GONNA FALL

I’M DRINKING THE WATER I KNOW WELL
I’M UNDER A SPELL

YOU CAN HEAR THE SEA ROAR WITH THIS SHELL
NOW YOU’RE UNDER MY SPELL

TELL THE PIGEONS I’M OKAY
ONLY SHOOT THEM IF THEY’RE CLAY
IT’S TIME TO SEND THEM ON THEIR WAY
DON’T KEEP THEM ONE MORE DAY

IF I TAP MY FEET IN TIME
I COULD TRAVEL THROUGH YOUR MIND

I HAVE NO FINGERNAILS
THEY JUST FELL OFF IN THE NIGHT

CHASING RAINBOWS FROM MY HEAD
I THINK THEY’RE BETTER OFF IN BED

© 2004 Hans Weston