Drifting - Ioanna Gika

In the summer garden

I can see you sitting there

Sound of the cicadas

Laser through the humid air

But I see the changing autumn leaves

In your eyes

So don’t go drifting

Don’t go drifting

Too far from the shore

All the constellations

Everything I had in you:

If I lose you

Will I lose myself too?

So don’t go drifting

Don’t go drifting

Too far from the shore