The Drums

The drums, once loudly resonant Don't resonate in tune The drumming feels a little slow, yet somehow comes too soon Bruised skin can't take another hit without you The pockets were once lined in time The seams seemed to bear thread Emptying my pockets now finds crumbs where there was bread Smooth skin asking only for a hit And asking nice The drugs, the drugs The drugs, the drugs The drugs, the drugs The drugs, the drugs --- The Drums - Islands