Quiet Island – Drunk Lyrics

Folk

Drunk on emptiness
Lost in your ways
You feel it growing fast, a constant chase
Building bridges you know you'll never cross
Let it grow, let it grow

Your lack of consciousness
Makes room for mistakes
It shows the limit of what you can contain
Cutting ties, cutting ties
From both sides, from both sides

Lost in your own constellation
Lost in your own constellation
Lost in your own constellation

You'll try to understand
The choices you've made
Reflections of yourself, a single wave
Hollowed-out, freed from gravity
Heavy light, heavy light

Lost in your own constellation
Lost in your own constellation
Lost in your own constellation
Lost in your own constellation
Lost in your own constellation
Lost in your own constellation

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