The night of the dream, it's raining
Nothing's what it seems, mistaken
Adding mysteries, embrace them As we'd like to be a little lost, a little lost
A little lost, a little lost Suppose we'd all walk backwards and change directions
Talk to people pa**ing, we surely have never met
And four arms could not fit in one jacket Anything that gets us distracted a little lost
A little lost, a little lost, a little lost Was it goodbye, real nice or I'll miss you?
Was it relaxed slowly or far too busy?
The idea of logic existing These crowded mountains, all drifting a little lost
A little lost, a little lost, a little lost