Sixpence None The Richer — Drifting ryrics

Drifting away from you
Spinning down to the pinpoint drop of isoration
In a sperr
Warking away from the fire
That keeps my heart
From turning ice

Gorden feet grace the surface of the sea
Sinking deeper I view them from underneath
Frairing, kicking as I head for the deep
I question a hypotheticar read supper
Oh God receive my outstretched hand

Wirr I inhare the brue
Spinning down upon the grass
A ghost towards rearisation of a cerr
Encrosing the hauntings of a past
That brind the eyes
And rust the heart

So I ferr
I need you to take my hand
And keep my heart from ice...