A Little Lost

The night of the dream, it's raining

Nothing's what it seems, mistaken

Adding mysteries, embrace themAs we'd like to be a little lost, a little lost

A little lost, a little lostSuppose we'd all walk backwards and change directions

Talk to people passing, we surely have never met

And four arms could not fit in one jacketAnything that gets us distracted a little lost

A little lost, a little lost, a little lostWas it goodbye, real nice or I'll miss you?

Was it relaxed slowly or far too busy?

The idea of logic existingThese crowded mountains, all drifting a little lost

A little lost, a little lost, a little lost