Can't Be Found
You were outside standing where the wind blows
A sunstroked man with disgrace-stained clothes
I've always known you
Always felt you've known me
My memory scattered all over the lawn
Images of oak trees at the break of dawn
And walking alone
Despite my native sensibility
See it's a fever dream on a windswept hill
It's the blue mountains where the sunlight spills it's
Staying lost for a while
It's home
Where I can't be found
Despondent meditations, the trees even laugh
I feel so ridiculous, how could I even ask
There is no one waiting
To listen to me
Smoke on the cliffs as the water laps below
Mutter to myself there's got to be a place to go
I'm losing reputation
Losing my sense of self
See it's a forest fire on the winter grass
It's the famous words that were said so fast it's
Staying lost for a while
Home
Where I can't be found
Whispers heard, ears pressed to the door
The irrelevance of conversations before
And music in the garden
Dancing with closed eyes
Heat coming in through the window
Snow in the fire when we got cold
And rivers on a Sunday
Water up to my teeth
See it's a thunderstorm in the afternoon
It's writing a message on a flying balloon
Saying, I've been lost for a while
It's home
Where I can't be found
A sunstroked man with disgrace-stained clothes
I've always known you
Always felt you've known me
My memory scattered all over the lawn
Images of oak trees at the break of dawn
And walking alone
Despite my native sensibility
See it's a fever dream on a windswept hill
It's the blue mountains where the sunlight spills it's
Staying lost for a while
It's home
Where I can't be found
Despondent meditations, the trees even laugh
I feel so ridiculous, how could I even ask
There is no one waiting
To listen to me
Smoke on the cliffs as the water laps below
Mutter to myself there's got to be a place to go
I'm losing reputation
Losing my sense of self
See it's a forest fire on the winter grass
It's the famous words that were said so fast it's
Staying lost for a while
Home
Where I can't be found
Whispers heard, ears pressed to the door
The irrelevance of conversations before
And music in the garden
Dancing with closed eyes
Heat coming in through the window
Snow in the fire when we got cold
And rivers on a Sunday
Water up to my teeth
See it's a thunderstorm in the afternoon
It's writing a message on a flying balloon
Saying, I've been lost for a while
It's home
Where I can't be found
Credits
Writer(s): Olivia Wright
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