Drifting

Connick Harry Jr

I see your eyes drifting, drifting

I'm really not that nave

You wear a smile but it's drifting, drifting

While I wear my heart on my sleeve

I feel your coldness against my skin

I know what follows the autumn wind

And though you say your heart isn't drifting, drifting

The words simply don't ring true

You're drifting and I'm losing you






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