Driftwood - The Classic Crime

Every whisper is a gunshot in a crowded terminal

Every cry for help so quiet it is barely audible

Every callous numbing feeling gets invited to the bar

Instead of salt on all your wounds

You pour well whiskey on your scars

But you’re not hard

No one sees who you are

You ward off the drunken stares at last call

But you’ve got what I want

You’ve got what I want

Driftwood

Call me a name if it feels good

I’ll be the break where your ache has stood

All of your failures are widowers

But I’m still right here

And you’re not hard

I can see who you are

And I’ll work hard

To bring you back to the start

'Cause you’ve got what I want

You’ve got what I want

As the driftwood whittles down

You see the beauty that it had

Carried through the open ocean

'Till it finally reached the sand

Where I came upon its sadness

Saw the glory it contained

And you let me cut you slowly until only you remained

'Cause you’ve got what I want

'Cause you’ve got what I want

You’ve got what I want