Same Drum Songtext
von The Correspondents
Same Drum Songtext
These streets don′t beat with the same
Drum as they used to when I was with you
By text and online it might seem like I'm having such a damn good time
The city′s my playground I loved every night
But you don't get to see what I keep out of sight
Behind the smiles and a clashing of
Dreams, there's a man in a boat who slowly sinks
These streets don′t beat with the same
Drum as they used to when I was with you
I think I call my own shots
But everybody tells me what I have not got
Yearning for the things I don′t want or need
How many shiny, bright things will quench my grief?
Behind the illusion of success, there's a warning flare and an SOS
These streets don′t beat with the same
Drum as they used to when I was with you
I order my favourite food
But a rare steak and fries can't even lift my mood (lift my mood)
A night that was a guarantee to have my mind blown (my mood)
Is diffused by an inevitable lonely ride home
Behind the dancing and excessive grin
There′s a man at sea who finds it hard to swim
These streets don't beat with the same
Drum as they used to when I was with you
This city′s always felt like home
Even on my own I never felt alone
But a carnival marauding through the streets I grew up
Can't change the empty half of a half-full cup
Behind a face that conveys joy
I need you to rescue a drowning boy
Drum as they used to when I was with you
By text and online it might seem like I'm having such a damn good time
The city′s my playground I loved every night
But you don't get to see what I keep out of sight
Behind the smiles and a clashing of
Dreams, there's a man in a boat who slowly sinks
These streets don′t beat with the same
Drum as they used to when I was with you
I think I call my own shots
But everybody tells me what I have not got
Yearning for the things I don′t want or need
How many shiny, bright things will quench my grief?
Behind the illusion of success, there's a warning flare and an SOS
These streets don′t beat with the same
Drum as they used to when I was with you
I order my favourite food
But a rare steak and fries can't even lift my mood (lift my mood)
A night that was a guarantee to have my mind blown (my mood)
Is diffused by an inevitable lonely ride home
Behind the dancing and excessive grin
There′s a man at sea who finds it hard to swim
These streets don't beat with the same
Drum as they used to when I was with you
This city′s always felt like home
Even on my own I never felt alone
But a carnival marauding through the streets I grew up
Can't change the empty half of a half-full cup
Behind a face that conveys joy
I need you to rescue a drowning boy
Writer(s): Ian Bruce, Tim Cole Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com