Les paroles de la chanson
« Driftwood »
A-ha

Oh come pity me
A poor mad sailor
Stranded on this love
Here I lie
Like driftwood honey
Is this what I’ve become?
I go high over down under
At a lady’s will
And drift, you
At a lady’s will
I’m drifting still
I’m drifting still

So I ask the fading innocence,
In all my youthfull rage,
Will your hands still touch me
When my face has fallen in with age?
And I go high over down under
At a lady’s will
And drift, you
Higher and down under
At a lady’s will
And drift, you
At a lady’s will
I’m drifting still I’m drifting still