Letra Driftwood - A-Ha
Oh, come pity me, a poor mad sailor
stranded on this love
here I lie like driftwood, honey
is this what I've become?
I go high over
down under
at a lady's will
under you
At a lady's will
i'm drifting still
i'm drifting still
So I ask in fading innocence
and all my youthful rage
will your hands still touch me
when my face has fallen in with age?
And I go high over
down under
at a lady's will
under you
High over
down under
at a lady's will
under you
At a lady's will
i'm drifting still
i'm drifting still
High over
down under
at a lady's will
High over
down under
at a lady's will.