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
Dry Land Video (MV)
Performed By: Diplomats of Solid Sound
Length: 3:49
Written by: Sarah Cram, Nathan Basinger, Kathy Ruestow, Forrest Heusinkveld, Eddie McKinley, Douglas Roberson, Ben Soltau, Abbie Sawyer
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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
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
Writer: Sarah Cram, Nathan Basinger, Kathy Ruestow, Forrest Heusinkveld, Eddie McKinley, Douglas Roberson, Ben Soltau, Abbie Sawyer
Copyright: Lyrics © SAMOVAR GROOVATHON MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © SAMOVAR GROOVATHON MUSIC