Album: Menos El Oso
this is us on a western atlantic coast
with no place to be
just taking in the sea
tonight with a constant buzz
we're staring at the ocean crashing on
all the rocks below
in this foreign home
this old story
when we're gone i feel i'll never miss anyone
and you lay on the grass along the edge
"is this a dream,"
you ask and i don't say anything
because this may be a dream
and we come to this place
like two convicts that have escaped
from the prison of everyday
and for the moment we'll have our stay
this old story
when we're gone i feel i'll never miss anyone
and you lay on the grass along the edge
you know that tomorrow comes like disease to us
from this cliff's edge the gulls fly below us
diving into the sea below us
and i'm not cold tonight beside you, beside you
and we're not cold tonight
this old story
when we're gone i feel i'll never miss anyone
this old story
expatriate, you're coming home