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 dont say anything

becasue 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

expatriot, you're coming home