Written by: Justin Lowe, Dan Carle, Anthony Notarmaso, Lee Floral, Trent Hafdahl
Duration: 4:09
Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Drifts’ by After the Burial. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of After the Burial or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Oh, so fucking cold The winds, the drifts of winter
Bone chilling nightfall
Early evening sundowns
Make nights seem more like borealis dreams
My roots run deep, through veins, my ancestry
Everything I know, in body and soul
Lakeland
Look to the river rushing
Unparalleled its power
It carves away at the land
Eroding the banks, consuming the sands
And washes away to her majesty
They say, there’s no other place like home, and they said it best
I’ve realized what this place means to me,
Lakeland
I can see my reflection in the land, I see my form
And I know the land reflects in my self
It reflects in my self