歌词
my man
he’s the golden boy
he won’t do no good
harm is not his choice
drifiting higher
clouds flip，my turn
that house
is a broken form
it has last this long
empty in the storm
I’m lost, I’m lost
I’ve got, I’ve got
a drift in time and the master line:
it’s my call baby it’s my show
this life
it holds fleeting fun
that will bleed you out
independence done
why drift?