Lost from Talk. by George Cosby

My baby’s a dreamer she’s a saint
She comes up in seasons and tells me that it’s her only way to escape
I want to hold her but she’s off in her mind
She gone and I’m lost I’m lost I’m lost again

I want to follow her wandering star
Walk the corridors of her heart
Be with her when she’s off dancing in the rain
I want to know where she goes
All of the highs all the lows
I want to know all the things tickling round her brain
And not be lost be lost be lost again
I don’t wanna be lost be lost be lost again

I long to be with her see within
Swirling the oceans and blowing the stars out in the wind
Know all of the worlds that she will create
Buts she’s off and I’m lost I’m lost I’m lost again

I want to follow her wandering star
Walk the corridors of her heart
Be with her when she’s off dancing in the rain
I want to know where she goes
All of the highs all the lows
I want to know all the things tickling round her brain
And not be lost be lost be lost again
I don’t wanna be lost be lost be lost again
I want to know all the things tickling round her brain
I don’t wanna be lost be lost be lost again

Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh

Baby I’ll hold on and I won’t look down
I will dream your dream if that is something you will allow
Baby will you teach me to escape
I don’t want to be lost be lost be lost again
I don’t want to be lost be lost be lost again

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