Every whisper is a gunshot 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
As the driftwood whittles down You see the beauty that it had Carried through the open ocean 'Till 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 wantTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
