Minus the Bear Follow

This is us on a Western Atlantic Coast
With no place to be, just takin in the sea
Tonight with a constant buzz, staring at the ocean crashing on
All the rocks below in this foreign home

This old story,
When we're gone I feel I'll never miss anyone
And you lay in the grass along the edge

Is this a dream,
You ask and I don't say anything
'Cuz this may be a dream
And we come to this place,
Like two convicts that have escaped
From the prison of everyday
And for the moment we'll have our stay

This old story,
When we're gone I feel I'll never miss anyone
And you lay in the grass along the edge

You know that tomorrow comes like disease to us
You know that tomorrow comes

From this cliff's edge,
The gulls fly below us
Diving into the sea below us
And I'm not cold tonight,
Beside you, beside you
And we're not cold tonight

This old story,
When we're gone I feel I'll never miss anyone
This old story
Expatriate, you're comin' home