Lost in Space
I know I don't feel at home
I'm lost in this place
I guess I don't feel at home
I'm drifting through through space
I know I don't feel at home
I'm lost in this place
I guess I don't feel at home
I'm drifting through through space
I don't feel at home
Float around in crowds but always feel that I'm the most alone
Never feel I'm needed, feel defeated, go stay on my phone
Never speak my problems so I speak them to a microphone
A micro home away from mine with flowers, grass and butterflies
A place with pretty trees and bees, no never ending goodbyes
A place that's on my own, no phone, no present, pointed, painful lies
A place I can escape to while our trees all die and rivers dry
A place where I can be me, and you can be you
No compromises, nor disguises, do what you want to do
It don't matter about your age or height or your point of view
It's hard at the start, but just gets better, I beg you, see it through
But still, when I leave this perfect place
I find myself lost in this world, a world beyond my face
In this human race, I fell behind, I've lost this common pace
I'm sorry, I guess right now I really need some space
I know I don't feel at home
I'm lost in this place
I guess I don't feel at home
I'm drifting through through space
I know I don't feel at home
I'm lost in this place
I guess I don't feel at home
I'm drifting through through space
I wish that I could change the world by clicking a button
Everyone loves me, when I die won't be forgotten
Wipe my tears, forget my fears, my name won't be uncommon
I'd win everything I enter, tournament we talk round robin
I don't know, I guess I'm losing topic
I really can't just focus, all my views kaleidascopic
If I was just a little better, wouldn't be myopic
Then all my problems would go big to microscopic
I guess I wish for some simplicity
Going back in time to the way that it had used to be
Never feeling worried, feeling hurried, go sit under a tree
Might as well be in the present, that wish just has no use to me
But hey, I'm kinda happy where I am now
I'm in a good position but that still won't stop my self doubt
I'm happy that my music is to some a form of help
I hope that you can get this feeling I can't get myself
I can't hit those high notes
I'm lost in this place
I guess I don't feel at home
I'm drifting through through space
I know I don't feel at home
I'm lost in this place
I guess I don't feel at home
I'm drifting through through space
I don't feel at home
Float around in crowds but always feel that I'm the most alone
Never feel I'm needed, feel defeated, go stay on my phone
Never speak my problems so I speak them to a microphone
A micro home away from mine with flowers, grass and butterflies
A place with pretty trees and bees, no never ending goodbyes
A place that's on my own, no phone, no present, pointed, painful lies
A place I can escape to while our trees all die and rivers dry
A place where I can be me, and you can be you
No compromises, nor disguises, do what you want to do
It don't matter about your age or height or your point of view
It's hard at the start, but just gets better, I beg you, see it through
But still, when I leave this perfect place
I find myself lost in this world, a world beyond my face
In this human race, I fell behind, I've lost this common pace
I'm sorry, I guess right now I really need some space
I know I don't feel at home
I'm lost in this place
I guess I don't feel at home
I'm drifting through through space
I know I don't feel at home
I'm lost in this place
I guess I don't feel at home
I'm drifting through through space
I wish that I could change the world by clicking a button
Everyone loves me, when I die won't be forgotten
Wipe my tears, forget my fears, my name won't be uncommon
I'd win everything I enter, tournament we talk round robin
I don't know, I guess I'm losing topic
I really can't just focus, all my views kaleidascopic
If I was just a little better, wouldn't be myopic
Then all my problems would go big to microscopic
I guess I wish for some simplicity
Going back in time to the way that it had used to be
Never feeling worried, feeling hurried, go sit under a tree
Might as well be in the present, that wish just has no use to me
But hey, I'm kinda happy where I am now
I'm in a good position but that still won't stop my self doubt
I'm happy that my music is to some a form of help
I hope that you can get this feeling I can't get myself
I can't hit those high notes
Credits
Writer(s): Tobey Bernal
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