Diplomats of Solid Sound - Dry Land Lyrics

Hiding under to do lists
Making myself useful
Looking for comfort in all the wrong places

There's a dissatisfaction
Feels disjointed
I'm getting older, tired, times wasting

I'm drifting too far from the shore
You're not touching me anymore

Dryland Dryland, I held myself to understand
Dryland Dryland, I held myself to this new plan
I've gone to far, and now I can't get back

Just who would I be
If not for you
How would I manage my lonely moods

I can write my letters
I can bite my nails
There's no cure, it's pure isolation

I'm drifting too far from the shore
You're not touching me anymore

Dryland Dryland, I held myself to understand
Dryland Dryland, I held myself to this new plan
I've gone to far, and now I can't get back