Lost

(C) E. Edwards, January 2015

Lost

 

Locked up inside The Loft again.

Fucked up, can't drown out my head.

Cut up pieces of atmosphere.

Lost again. God, I love this.

Two fingers in the air,

We've nothing now to fear.

My lungs are dry and bled,

My throat is scarred by cheer.

Within the crush of breaking bodies,

I have come to life.

The rage I make when I’m

Consumed in the faded lights.

 

Lost in the city lights,

Lost in the mood.

Lost on the radio,

Lost in his groove.

 

CHORUS:

When Lost comes out to play,

I swear I've seen his face.

He knows my favourite songs

And man, he knows them just the way.

So f**k me with your music,

I'm lost inside the high.

When Lost comes out to play again,

I'll never want this night to die.

 

Jumped up, wild hallucinations.

Drunk on these good vibrations.

Close my eyes, I'm in ecstasy.

Rock me, let the sound control me.

The envy of my eyes

Just when the lights come on.

The pounding of my pulse,

Demanding one more song.

The sweat that pours away from me,

My body won't give in.

The way the music brings me to the edge and pulls me in.

 

Lost in the city lights,

Lost in the mood.

Lost on the radio,

Lost in his groove.

 

CHORUS

 

Listen to the music lost inside of us.

Can you hear the music made inside of us?

Burn me up, caught up in a breathless rush.

So...so...lost!

 

CHORUS