Driftwood - Cadaverous Condition

The sound of the train in Bonners Ferry gets me out of here

Black eyed girl from Vik, Iceland who gets you out of there

A walk on the cliff, in the air a «what if» gets us out of here

Another town and another face, another mark on the driftwood

Driftwood

A town by the sea and a life to grab, I get you out of here

No one saw the little signs I gave, the hints and all the lies

These are special dreams and a poem in your box of beautiful things

When you can’t sleep do you think of me and death on a driftwood beach

The sound of the train in Bonners Ferry gets me out of here (out of here)

Black eyed girl from Vik, Iceland who gets you out of there (out of there)

A walk on the cliff, on your face a «what if» gets us out of here (out of here)

Another town and another name, another mark on the driftwood

There comes a time

Choose wise your words of magic

Or else they disappear

They’ll get you out of here