Fuck what you heard now
We are not the same, nah
You move in a revolution
And I’m trying to find the center
Handful years old
And the fingers unfold
Floating, stoning on the river
And I’m trying to find the middle
Lost (x6)
Wide eyed, tongue tied
Always looking for tomorrow
How can I say it?
So you’re the only one that follows
Now you want to come in closer
Dizzy 'til we’re falling over
Spinning off each other
Lost (x6)
The one with the motive (x6)
The one with the