We drift like driftwood
hitting two different shores
We drift like Viking funerals
slowly fading into the distance in flames
We drift like a pair of vagabonds
getting work on two different ships
We drift apart
and there is nothing else happening
There is no fight
There is no fuss
No frown
but I have one now
We drift like two unwanted lovers
and we happen to be unscathed
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