The Classic Crime - Driftwood lyrics
[The Classic Crime - Driftwood lyrics]
In a crowded terminal
Every cry for help so quiet
It is barely audible
Every callous numbing feeling gets
Invited to the bar
Instead of salt on all your wounds
You pour well whiskey on your scars
But, you're not hard no one sees who you are
You ward off the drunken stares at last call
But, you've got what I want
You've got what I want
Driftwood call me a name if it feels good
I'll be the break where your ache has stood
All of your failures are widowers
But, I'm still right here
And you're not hard i can see who you are
And I'll work hard
To bring you back to the start
'Cause you've got what I want
You've got what I want
Yeah, you yeah, you
As the driftwood whittles down
You see the beauty that it had
Carried through the open ocean
'Til it finally reached the sand
Where I came upon it's sadness
Saw the glory it contained
And you let me cut you
Slowly until only you remained
'Cause you've got what I want
'Cause you've got what I want
You've got what I want