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The Magic Numbers

Lost Children

 

Lost Children

(album: Outsiders - 2018)


Have been here before
I boarded up the doors
And settled all my scores
Yet I sleep amongst the ashes
'Neath the ocean floor
Like a dead weight clinging to the distant shore
I realize that I'm one of love's lost children
Waiting to be found

And you, you stumble through your life
Clutching at the vine
Whispering in style
As you place your head between the speakers
Life's songs breathing into you
On your bedroom floor
Where the sadness grew
And you yearned for more
Please don't disturb me mama
I'm waiting to be found

I never knew
You could feel like this you know
I thought that I knew love
Then again you say
I don't even know myself
Yes I'm realizing that we're all just lost children
Still waiting to be found

We're two lost children
Waiting to be found

We're two lost children
Waiting to be found

And oh we'll fumble sure with time
Still clutching at the vine
Still searching as we smile
We listen loud to the silent sound
So deafening as it talks to me
Don't you rescue me
Don't, don't come into my room, mama
For I'm waiting to be found

We're all lost children
And we're waiting, waiting, waiting... to be found

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