Song | Lost Songs |
Artist | ...And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead |
Album | Lost Songs |
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Lost songs are going nowhere | |
Lost for words, with nothing to share | |
Lost beats with no emotion | |
Swimming through the motive socials | |
Vague ships and bloody knives | |
Give their best to proper applies | |
This part has nowhere to go | |
Only void that swallow new pole | |
Show does in my wonder through these odds | |
Picking up the traces with our life | |
Tell me this is where | |
I cross the line | |
Walking through these other assholes | |
Lost loves are all around you | |
Open despair, feel so quite good | |
Lost calls that can’t be broken | |
Budged in holes, the ones unspoken | |
Vague ships are lion sized | |
Taken nearly from their lost lives | |
This world has nowhere to go | |
Only void that swallow new pole | |
Sometimes every wonders through these lives | |
Picking up divisions with our wives | |
Tell me if there’s something to explore | |
Everything inside these lost songs |
Lost songs are going nowhere | |
Lost for words, with nothing to share | |
Lost beats with no emotion | |
Swimming through the motive socials | |
Vague ships and bloody knives | |
Give their best to proper applies | |
This part has nowhere to go | |
Only void that swallow new pole | |
Show does in my wonder through these odds | |
Picking up the traces with our life | |
Tell me this is where | |
I cross the line | |
Walking through these other assholes | |
Lost loves are all around you | |
Open despair, feel so quite good | |
Lost calls that can' t be broken | |
Budged in holes, the ones unspoken | |
Vague ships are lion sized | |
Taken nearly from their lost lives | |
This world has nowhere to go | |
Only void that swallow new pole | |
Sometimes every wonders through these lives | |
Picking up divisions with our wives | |
Tell me if there' s something to explore | |
Everything inside these lost songs |
Lost songs are going nowhere | |
Lost for words, with nothing to share | |
Lost beats with no emotion | |
Swimming through the motive socials | |
Vague ships and bloody knives | |
Give their best to proper applies | |
This part has nowhere to go | |
Only void that swallow new pole | |
Show does in my wonder through these odds | |
Picking up the traces with our life | |
Tell me this is where | |
I cross the line | |
Walking through these other assholes | |
Lost loves are all around you | |
Open despair, feel so quite good | |
Lost calls that can' t be broken | |
Budged in holes, the ones unspoken | |
Vague ships are lion sized | |
Taken nearly from their lost lives | |
This world has nowhere to go | |
Only void that swallow new pole | |
Sometimes every wonders through these lives | |
Picking up divisions with our wives | |
Tell me if there' s something to explore | |
Everything inside these lost songs |