Sixpence None The Richer drifting

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Drifting away from You
Pinning down to the pinpoint drop of isolation
In a spell, walking away from the fire
That keeps my heart from turning to ice
Golden feet grace the surface of the sea
Sinking deeper I view them from underneath
Flailing, kicking as I head for the deep
I question a hypothetical lead supper
Oh, God receive my outstretched hand
Will, I inhale the blue
Spinning down upon the glass, a ghost towards realization
Of a cell enclosing the hauntings of a past
That blind the eyes and rust the heart
Golden feet grace the surface of the sea
Sinking deeper I view them from underneath
Flailing, kicking as I head for the deep
I question a hypothetical lead supper
Oh God receive my outstretched hand
So I fell, I need You to take my hand
And keep my heart from ice
Golden feet grace the surface of the sea
Sinking deeper I view them from underneath
Golden feet grace the surface of the sea
Sinking deeper I view them from underneath
Flailing, kicking as I head for the deep

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