Islands - The Drums текст песни

The drums once loudly resonant don't resonate in tune
The drumming feels a little slow yet somehow comes too soon
Bruised skin I can't take another hit
Without you

The pockets were one lined in time
The seams seemed to bare thread
Emptying my pockets now
Finds crumbs where there was bread

Smooth skin asking only for a hit
And asking nice

The drums