Drift Page #8
Ow.
Sheree.
Yep yep, we'll have
some more in next week.
See you then.
Hey?
Looks like a bomb went off.
Amazing what
- Yeah.
- Sure you don't want to stick around?
And become part of the surfing
industrial machine?
I don't think so.
Hey, give us a hand.
Sure.
Looks like you guys
are off the hook then.
Well, not completely.
There's still Miller.
Oh, right, you didn't hear, no.
See, apparently someone
tipped off the cops.
And they raided
his joint last night...
underneath the bed.
You serious?
What, heroin?
No, it was high-grade hash
from Indonesia.
I didn't know he was
into that kind of stuff.
It's all karma, brother.
Give 'em.
So I hear they offered you
a spot on the pro tour.
Yeah, I'm still
not sure about it.
Man, what are you
talking about?
Huh?
Go for it.
Yeah.
Just bust 'em wide open.
Be gone!
Where you going now?
South.
Maybe north.
Maybe, I don't know.
That's the whole trip
right there, isn't it, man?
See you when I see you.
Ha.
And in the morning
I'll be waiting
for your never-ending wave
for our passage to arise
but how can I explain?
Yeah
you came home
for the endless summer
on the white
saw a different color
in the street
got a secret to repeat
in my mind
you're the ephemeral kind
now to ever be touched by
the feasting tendrils
of the night
now left to ponder
your devotions
now left imagining a time
you came home
for the endless summer
watch me go
paint a famous warrior
of the light
you were
the strongest follower
in my mind
you are an endless summer
an endless summer
in my mind
an endless summer
in my mind
an endless summer
in my mind
yeah, I get low
and black witches
hold my hand
yeah, I get low
feel no one understands
now mistakes
make mantelpieces bend
now black cinders
black cinder till the end
you came home
for the endless summer
watch me go
paint a different color
of my life
you were the deepest lover
stay with me
here in the endless summer
an endless summer
in my mind
an endless summer
in my mind
an endless summer
in my mind.
Oh, it's all about her
oh
it's all about her
I love her love,
she's been so kind to me
she's opened up my eyes
the whispers
and the summer wine
may have made me realize
wooo
it's not about her
whoo ooo ooo
it's all about her.
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