كلمات Drift

Sounds of machinery are buzzing around me like flies And I'm sheltered in the warm of childhood home The heat from my tea keeps me warm Until a window of light hits my feet And I drift from loving, the feeling The warmth of your love, but is it smothering Like you’re in a small cave, its warm But the air, it feels cold The measurement of time, is somewhat unreliable Is it standing as still as I am in this moment As the arts and craft glue sinks into my nails And the paint, stains my skin As we, lock our doors and our hearts, to feeling Got told to, hold the flood gates up to our eyes, let this subside And I drift from loving, the feeling Like you’re in a small cave, its warm But the air, it feels cold Like you’re in a small cave, its warm And I drift from loving this