Lost in the Woods
Shuffling through the debris the next explosion is inevitable
The limits and the boundaries we impose on ourselves are merely theoretical
Trying to whittle down infinity it's like trying to wave away the air
Or to wake up in the morning after falling through your dreams
Unsure if you'll ever land
We are lost in the woods and I keep searching your face
All the feeling is gone if it even existed in the first place
They say the obstacles we face are merely symptoms of the baggage we keep
Don't it kinda make you wanna grab em' by the throat and hold em' under
'Til you're sure they'll never breathe again?
Trying to whittle down infinity it's like trying to water-down a stream
Or to wake up in the morning holding onto all the things that you found in your dreams
I'm lost in your song but I can't find the beat
I think the notes are all wrong, the bridge lay in the street
We are lost in the woods and I'm still searching your face
All the feeling is gone if it even existed in the first place
Take me home... take me home... take me home
Nobody said this path would be a piece of cake
I'll go back to being lonely you go back to making stupid mistakes
I am lost in your song and I can't find the beat
I think the notes are all wrong, the bridge lay in the streets
We are lost in the woods and I'm still searching your face
All the feeling is gone if it even existed in the first place
Mama, take me home... Take me home... take me home...
Take me home... baby, take me home... take me home
The limits and the boundaries we impose on ourselves are merely theoretical
Trying to whittle down infinity it's like trying to wave away the air
Or to wake up in the morning after falling through your dreams
Unsure if you'll ever land
We are lost in the woods and I keep searching your face
All the feeling is gone if it even existed in the first place
They say the obstacles we face are merely symptoms of the baggage we keep
Don't it kinda make you wanna grab em' by the throat and hold em' under
'Til you're sure they'll never breathe again?
Trying to whittle down infinity it's like trying to water-down a stream
Or to wake up in the morning holding onto all the things that you found in your dreams
I'm lost in your song but I can't find the beat
I think the notes are all wrong, the bridge lay in the street
We are lost in the woods and I'm still searching your face
All the feeling is gone if it even existed in the first place
Take me home... take me home... take me home
Nobody said this path would be a piece of cake
I'll go back to being lonely you go back to making stupid mistakes
I am lost in your song and I can't find the beat
I think the notes are all wrong, the bridge lay in the streets
We are lost in the woods and I'm still searching your face
All the feeling is gone if it even existed in the first place
Mama, take me home... Take me home... take me home...
Take me home... baby, take me home... take me home
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Writer(s): Eric Bettencourt
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