Lost My America Songtext / Lyric

a chair in the corner

one leg broken

and a whisper in the hall

there's frustration

another walk aroumd the room

a loss of direction

before the start



some say alot

with few words spoken

some with peace

say nothing at all

it's just a matter

of motivation to live

just a question

of where to get love



>> thrills and sand

>> fall through my open hand

>> where's my tone gone

>> words look for the song






lost my America

but made my own way

I believe

to this garden

but on my face

the idea is showing

shelter me for no reason

at all



sunlight slanting

paranoid

feeling cold

a little fucked up... alone

seems I'm spending

these supposed best of years

quite unlike

it says right here

cold

a little fucked up... alone



take the face

in hands spread open

and one to one

let the power run

feed the mouth

that's hungry... open

feed the mind

that wonders why