The night of the dream, it's raining
Nothing's what it seems, mistaken
Adding mysteries, embrace them

As we'd like to be a little lost, a little lost
A little lost, a little lost

Suppose 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 jacket

Anything that gets us distracted a little lost
A little lost, a little lost, a little lost

Was it goodbye, real nice or I'll miss you?
Was it relaxed slowly or far too busy?
The idea of logic existing

These crowded mountains, all drifting a little lost
A little lost, a little lost, a little lost