This is us on a western 
Atlantic coast
With no place to be, just taking in the sea
Tonight with a constant buzz, we're staring at the ocean crashing on
All the rocks below cold in this foreign home
This old story
When we're gone 
I'll feel 
I've never missed anyone
You lay in the grass along the edge“
Is this a dream?", you ask and I don't say anything'Cause this may be a dreamAnd we come to this place like two convicts that have escapedFrom the prison of everyday and for the moment we'll have our stayThis old storyWhen we're gone I'll feel I've never missed anyoneYou lay in the grass along the edgeFrom this cliff's edge the gulls fly below usDiving into the sea below us, below usAnd I'm not cold tonight beside you, beside youAnd we're not cold tonightThis old storyWhen we're gone I'll feel I've never missed anyoneThis old storyExpatriate, you're coming homeThis old storyWhen we're gone I'll feel I've never missed anyoneThis old storyExpatriate, you're coming homeYou're coming homeYou're coming homeYou're coming homeYou're coming homeYou're coming