I felt I would need a new word for lost and found. For Lost and Found
In the folds of this feverland the old words don’t describe what’s
around. The old words don’t.
And if you say we were born, born too late
I’d say it’s right, right for what we make.
I wanna say we were lost, I wanna say we were found.
We kept so well informed when we were wandering around.
If I could remember ever colour and every small movement you make
I could live in these memories and the loops they create.
I wanna say we were lost, I wanna say we were found.
We kept so well informed when we were wandering around.
This is how moderns love, this is how modern’s done.
Life in this feverland! Now come and get some.
You wanna stick, you wanna holler at this time (x2)
All the houses all arranged in straight lines.
No matter how far gone we can’t escape our sound.

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