Driftwood
Oh come pity me, a poor mad sailorStranded on this loveHere I lie like driftwood, honeyIs this what I've become
I go high over, down underAt a lady's will, under you
At a lady's willI'm drifting stillI'm drifting still
So I ask in fading innocenceAnd all my full rageWill your hands still touch meWhen my face has fallen in with age
I go high over, down underAt a lady's will, under you
High over, down underAt a lady's will, under you
At a lady's willI'm drifting stillI'm drifting still
High over, down underAt a lady's willHigh over, down underAt a lady's will.