Lyric Lost My America

A chair in the corner
One leg broken
And a whisper in the hall
There s frustration
Another walk around the room
A loss of direction
Before the start

Some say a lot
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 time 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