lost you and your brown eyes In your brown eyes I was feeling low 'Cause they?re brown eyes and you never know Got some brown eyes but I saw her face
You've got a face for a smile you know A shame you waste it when you're breaking me slowly But I've got a world of chances for you I've got a world of
everything around is falling down When I finally get these feet back on the ground In the sunshine down on my face Braking through Old things that were once lost
Kingston, hey, face drop, oh, Kingston, I see your face drop, drop, drop You touch my heart, disappear I never knew how much it hurt here (Made me feel
I'm feelin' like there's nothing that I can't try (I'm back, baby) And if you with me put your hands high (Put your hands high) If you ever lost a life
see it, that dream I'm dreaming but, there's a voice inside my head saying, you'll never reach it. Every step I'm taking, every move I make feels lost
Well, it's good to hear your voice I hope you're doing fine And if you ever wondered I'm lonely here tonight I'm lost here in this moment And time keeps
see it That dream I am dreaming But there's a voice inside my head saying "You'll never reach it" Every step I'm taking Every move I make feels Lost
see it. That dream I'm dreaming, but There's a voice inside of my head, tellin' You'll never reach it Every step I'm takin' Every move I make Feels lost
in each others face spewing venom in your words when you spit 'em You push, pull each others hair, scratch, claw, bit 'em Throw 'em down, pin 'em, so lost
destroyed I don't know how to act 'cause I lost my head I must be paranoid And I never thought it would come to this I'm paranoid Stuck in a room of staring faces
Blacked out in a white room My last cigarette lost the cherry Reminds me of fallen idols Their hearts on their sleeves when they're buried And freedom
ain't that bad With your hands upon your face You look too far, I looked much harder And they lost all sense of Trace me and draw up, color me lost
know what you scream about Don't let me down And the guilt in me is the hurt in you And the hurt in you is the lost in me And the lost in me is the
said, "Mom, this shirt is plaid with a butterfly collar!" The next half hour was the same old thing My mother buying me clothes from 1963 And then she lost
Strangers, ain't aware of the danger They head's up wit thoroughbred cats That knock 'em back, they get the axe And a hard case to crack I'm a hard face