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

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 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

Thrills and sand

Fall through my open hand

Where's my tone gone

Words look for the song

Sunlight slanting

Paranoid and

Feeling cold

A little fucked up, alone

Seems I'm spending

These supposed best of years

Quite unlike it says right here

Oh a little fucked up, alone

Thrills and sand

Fall through my open hand

Where's my tone gone

Words look for the song

Just take the face

In hands spread open

And one to one

Let the power

You gotta feed the mouth

That's hungry, open

You gotta feed the mind

That wonders why

Just take the face

In hands spread open

And one to one

Let the power run

You gotta feed the mouth

That's hungry, open

You gotta feed the mind

That wonders why