See,
through the sun,
Never in my life,
she's gonna make you cry
She's gonna make you whisper in my ear
When you're dry,
she draws her water from the stone
A
man makes a picture,
a moving picture
Through light projected,
he can see himself up close
A man catches colour,
a man likes to stare
He turns his money into light to look for love
And I feel like I'm drifting, drifting, drifting
from the shore
And I feel like I'm swimming out to her
A man builds a city,
with banks and cathedrals
A man melts sand so he can see the world outside
A man makes a car,
a shelter road to run him on A man dreams
of leaving but he always stays behind
And these are the days when our work has come asunder
And these are the days when we look for something other
Midnight
is where the day begins Midnight is where the day begins
What?
What?
And I feel like I'm drifting,
drifting,
drifting from the shore
And I feel like I'm swimming out to her