The Divide by Slow Burn Drifters

The Divide

There’s a dollar bill blowing down the street
Past the noise of shuffling feet
Past this hollow drone of conversation

There’s a chasm between you and I
Neither of us can deny
It’s breaking down all lines
Of communication
We’re both right here
But we’re in isolation

Isolation, isolation
C’mon and heal this divide

Reverend Jim was a godly man
leading his people by the hand
Into a fever dream of South America
But when the infidels arrived in town
Helter-skelter all came down
Out there in the middle of the jungle

Isolation, isolation
C’mon and heal this divide
I can’t feel you anymore
You don’t feel me
C’mon and heal this divide

Whenever I hear it calling
Calling my name
I turn around but nobody’s there
I’m tired of watching shadows
Crawling over the walls
C’mon and heal this divide

Isolation, isolation
C’mon and heal this divide
I can’t feel you anymore
You don’t feel me
C’mon and heal this divide
C’mon and heal this divide
This divide, this divide

• Alternative
• Alternative Indie
• Gothic-Americana
• dream pop
• gothic americana
• singer-songwriter
• Austria