The Drive Back – Letras de The Taste

Birds crossing the sea,
endless, relentless.
You'll never make it back,
Oh turn, turn around,
before distance brings you,
to far to return.

Here's everything,
Left of the taste.
It's sweet but scrapes against my cheek.
Here's everyitng,
Left of a chance,
Take it or leave it,
Break it or crash,
Into the sea.

Forgive yourself.
I know its easy to lose but,
You'll never change until,
You speak,
You move,
You put all that you have,
to fly against the wind.