Letra de Lost With You
The lost were playing in the yard Giving goosebumps to all the Sunday summer trees Our hands were tangled in the weeds Moving so softly nobody can seeAgainst your morning skin Well, it's shy like two young lovers walking by There's a soft, strange kind of odd Giving company to all the lonely heartsThere's a hundred cigarettes on the ground And our clothes are still hanging around And it's nice to be ugly in each other's arms So we can grow over all the things we were before