Song: Drift

i had long said goodbye
but went undressing wounds
that had been bandaged by time
they said you were the same
you could always make me smile
did your thoughts cross on my name?

or did that, like every other thing, turn to dust?
or did that, like every other thing, shift like sand?

a fine fine grain among a hundred thousand
always slipping through our hands
a fine fine grain among a hundred thousand
drifting back into the sea
you didn't drift back home to me
will you ever drift back home to me?

i would wake to your sigh
or your laughter on the wind
i could be chasing ghosts again
i can dream you in the tide
the salt in the sea
ever stinging where we bleed

a fine fine grain among a hundred thousand
always slipping through our hands
a fine fine grain among a hundred thousand
drifting back into the sea
you could always drift back home to me
you could always drift back home to me

a fine fine grain among a hundred thousand
always slipping through our hands
a fine fine grain among a hundred thousand
drifting back into the sea

you could always drift back home to me
you could always drift back home to me
you could always drift back home to me
you could always drift back home to me