Everybody seems to know
What to do,
Where to be,
What to say.
And among all that chaos there's us.
The lost ones.
Everybody seems to have
A goal to reach,
A place to be,
A person to meet.
And among all that determination there's us.
The lost ones.
We're searching for an answer,
Or a certain somebody,
Or a way to feel something.
But eventually we're just waiting for this always present confusion to vanish.
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 11:49 AM UTC
Everybody seems to know
What to do,
Where to be,
What to say.
And among all that chaos there's us.
The lost ones.
Everybody seems to have
A goal to reach,
A place to be,
A person to meet.
And among all that determination there's us.
The lost ones.
We're searching for an answer,
Or a certain somebody,
Or a way to feel something.
But eventually we're just waiting for this always present confusion to vanish.
