Morning after nauseous half-disasters
The calm is not so quiet in my head
It says, You drink too much, you're not in love with anyone"
"You'll never say the things you never said
Oh, it all seems really simple in a picture
Somebody you don't know always works hard
And you're always just nursing some hangover
Guilt-tripping over homeless works of art
I've been lost, lost, lost, brother
I've been blinded by the son and the father
I got more, more, more than I can shoulder
But I'll be fine when I find my way home
Morning after nauseous half-disasters
And I swear I'll get my act together soon
'Cause this is not at all what I imagined, no
When I thought of all the things that I might do
Oh, it all seems really simple when you're little
Naïveté is such a fuzzy friend
I'm not saying I'm wrecked or I am ruined, no
I just mistook the beginning for the end
And I got lost, lost, lost, brother
I got blinded by the son and the father
I got more, more, more than I can shoulder
But I'll be fine when I find my way home
Look, sometimes love is the reflection of a building in the water
On a night when everybody stays at home
And sometimes love's a puddled puzzle piece, obsolete and soggy
That becomes a whole new picture on its own
So we can bitch about how fast the world is spinning
Or we can use the orbit for a whole new view
I know love will be the answer to my wandering
Maybe I got lost so I could find you
I think I got lost so I could find you
So when you're lost, lost, lost, brother
When you fly too close to the son and the father
When the world is more than you can shoulder
You come and find me
You can call me home
Come and find me
You can call me home
Come and find me and call me home

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