The Driftwood Sinn Letra

I will die knowing I am not your only son
The faded sounds of windchimes in the distance
Oil platforms burn like candelabras

Does good come from deep within the soul
Or is it just an urge to be
So much finer than we are
How hard
So much finer than we are

Why don't we just say what we really feel
Was it good to wake up in some stranger's arms
Did you like the foul taste of his lips
Did his lover like the taste of yours
Sweet revenge never felt so good

Does good come from deep within the soul
Or is it just an urge to be
So much finer than we are
How hard
So much finer than we are

Scattered driftwood
Sounds of heartbeats
Smell of sulfur fills the salty air
We drown in our own blood
Oh God help me please
What have I done
What have I done

Does good come from deep within the soul
Or is it just an urge to be
So much finer than we are
How hard
So much finer than we are
Everything is so meaningless
(How hard
So much finer than we are)
Yet so meaningful
(So much finer than we are)
Though I was to die alone
(So much finer than we are)
So tonight we are alone