Album: Sounds From The Gulf Stream

At The Lost And Found

Like one half of a print
Made with a piece of string
Through folded paper
You stand there before me
So like a girl I knew
So close it’s painful

Do you wear sleeves to hide the scars
I know just where they are
I almost go to ask

Like one half of a film
Two ways the same beginning
Could end looking
You stand there before me
So like a girl I knew
So close it’s spooky

Do you hide everything that’s real
With funny drunken spiels
I’m almost go to hear

You tug your hair with your hands
Adjust your specs
You mumble quietly
Have we ever met?
Well yes and no
But I can’t explain just yet
At the lost and found

Like one half of a print
Made with a piece of string
Through folded paper
You stand there before me
So like a girl I knew
So close it’s painful

Do you wear sleeves to hide the scars
I know just where they are
I almost go to ask

You tug your hair with your hands
Adjust your specs
You mumble quietly
Have we ever met?
Well yes and no
But I can’t explain just yet
At the lost and found

I watch your shadow and think
Oh please oh please
I want a shadow that talks
And laughs and bleeds
You hunch your shoulders
And I’m weak at knees
At the lost and found

Lost you, found you . . . (x4)

Like one half of a film
Two ways the same beginning
Could end looking
You stand there before me
So like a girl I knew
So close it’s spooky