Lost
Lost in an unfamiliar home
The roads I walk are leading to a place I’d never go
Thoughts
Cause me to bite my fingers till they bleed
Forced to travel over bridges far and live the life they want me to lead
(What’s the matter)
Oh what’s the matter with me
(Ship is sinking)
My ship is sinking but I’ll
Find a way out
(What’s the matter)
Oh what’s the matter with me?
(Ship is sinking)
My ship is sinking
(Vanishing)
To the vanishing place beneath
(Storm is rising)
A storm is rising but I’ll
Find a way out
Lost
Like the watches that dictate the time of day so away we stay from our own
To walk in a place far from the constraints of home
Bones broken by the bonds, cut my hands in place of severed
(place of severed)
Ties shackling me to the others
Words that smother
You can’t say that i’m not trying
I know I’ll find a way
Although all of us are dying
We’re dying to remain
Will I find, will I find, will I find my way out?
Will I find, will I find, will I find my way out?
(Will I find, will I find, will I find my way out?)
(Will I find, will I find, will I find my way out?)
(Will I find, will I find, will I find my way out?)
(Will I find, will I find, will I find my way out?)
Will I find my way out?
You can’t say that i’m not trying
I know I’ll find a way
Although all of us are dying
We’re dying to remain
Will I find, will I find, will I find my way out?
Will I find, will I find, will I find my way out?
Will I find, will I find, will I find my way out?
Will I find my way out?
Sharp interplay, kaleidoscopic influences, and verdant textures push the Chicago band's instrumental boogie to transcendent new heights. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 17, 2024
