Riding on these waves,
holding on to what you say,
"Everything will be okay,
it will work out one way."
But I've drifted way too far,
my arms, my legs, have grown too tired.
And could you be inspired?
No, I'm just tired.
And on a swing you push me hard,
so I'll come back to where you are.
And you know I'm never far.
No decisions, nothing hard.
And I knew that it would rain tonight,
I'll take the bus or the next flight.
I won't give up on what feels right.
If you see these tears filling my eyes,
it's just the wind that makes me cry.
If you could feel this pain inside,
it's from the drinks we drank last night.
It's from the drinks we drank last night.
And the shadow of our past,
projects on clouds of dust and gas.
Wounds where my eyes will rest,
the silhouette of loneliness.
If you see these tears filling my eyes,
it's just the wind that makes me cry.
If you could feel this pain inside,
it's from the drinks we drank last night.
It's from the drinks we drank last night.