Текст песни Same Drum - The Correspondents

These streets don't beat with the same
Drum as they used to when I was with you

By text and online it might seem like I'm having such a damn good time
The city's my playground I loved every night
But you don't get to see what I keep out of sight
Behind the smiles and a clashing of
Dreams, there's a man in a boat who slowly sinks

These streets don't beat with the same
Drum as they used to when I was with you

I think I call my own shots
But everybody tells me what I have not got
Yearning for the things I don't want or need
Many shiny, bright things will quench my grief
Behind the illusion of success, there's a warning flare and an SOS

These streets don't beat with the same
Drum as they used to when I was with you

I order my favorite food
But a rest, steak, and fries can't even lift my mood (lift my mood)
A night that was a guarantee to have my mind blown (my mood)
Is diffused by an inevitable lonely ride home
Behind the dancing and excessive grin,
There's a man at sea who finds it hard to swim

These streets don't beat with the same
Drum as they used to when I was with you

This city's always felt like home
Even on my own I never felt alone
But a carnival marauding through the streets I grew up
Can't change the empty half of a half-full cup
Behind a face that conveys joy, I need you to rescue a drowning boy