Driftwood
Looking for a place to call home
Eastbound, drifting
I'm seeing you for the last time
Through the desert and the plains
And the Malibu mountains
Looking for a place to call home
Beneath the old creek
that burns beneath my feet
And I'm hot and I'm red
In a valley of cries
See the sky is red
Coloring the ocean a fiery tone
Midway between los Angeles and the sea
All the walls they're coming down on me
I wouldn't try to stop them
Even if I could
Driftwood between Los Angeles and the sea
I'm staying in a place I call home
Drifting in to your crimson eyes
Floating into outer space again
Into the deep blue void
Where the blood line arise
See the sky is red
Coloring the ocean a fiery tone
Midway between los Angeles and the sea
All the walls they're coming down on me
I wouldn't try to stop them
Even if I could
Driftwood between Los Angeles and the sea
Driftwood in my mind
Driftwood in my mind
Driftwood in my mind
Afraid of what I might find
Driftwood in my mind
Afraid of what I might find
Midway between los Angeles and the sea
All the walls they're coming down on me
I wouldn't try to stop them
Even if I could
Driftwood between Los Angeles and the sea
Eastbound, drifting
I'm seeing you for the last time
Through the desert and the plains
And the Malibu mountains
Looking for a place to call home
Beneath the old creek
that burns beneath my feet
And I'm hot and I'm red
In a valley of cries
See the sky is red
Coloring the ocean a fiery tone
Midway between los Angeles and the sea
All the walls they're coming down on me
I wouldn't try to stop them
Even if I could
Driftwood between Los Angeles and the sea
I'm staying in a place I call home
Drifting in to your crimson eyes
Floating into outer space again
Into the deep blue void
Where the blood line arise
See the sky is red
Coloring the ocean a fiery tone
Midway between los Angeles and the sea
All the walls they're coming down on me
I wouldn't try to stop them
Even if I could
Driftwood between Los Angeles and the sea
Driftwood in my mind
Driftwood in my mind
Driftwood in my mind
Afraid of what I might find
Driftwood in my mind
Afraid of what I might find
Midway between los Angeles and the sea
All the walls they're coming down on me
I wouldn't try to stop them
Even if I could
Driftwood between Los Angeles and the sea
Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Per Bengtson, Julia Millang
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