Castaway
Here I am again
Lost in paradise
Tossed from where I've been
And let me tell you what
Love is only what you want to make of it
So make it what you will
Take it from a kid who got a taste of it
Until it left him, chilled
Dead without a will
His head, a vacant trench
That's why I wrote this note
With hopes it gets to you
I hope the bottle floats
That's why I wrote this note
I hope it gets to you
I hope the bottle floats
Floats back to your lap
Where my laughter lays
Floats back to them bashful, happy days
How you acting like passion has to fade?
How's it Love if you left it cast away?
Stole this soul then tucked it, packed away
Stashed away, rolled, and wrapped away
Rolled his hopes
Smoked a pack a day
Broke the ropes,
Then closed and latched the gates
So here I am again
Lost in Paradise
Tossed from where I've been
So here I am again
Lost in Paradise
Tossed from where I've been
That's why I wrote those note
I hope it gets to you
I hope the bottle floats
But watch it hit the tides and float back to me
Back to shore, back to bastard me
Quicksand had his hand in that defeat
6 pans from these phantom factories
Stole my soul, won't hand it back to me
Kept it cold, then left the rest of me
A chest of gold, I bless it desperately
A test of old, with no breath left in me
So here I am again
Lost in Paradise
Tossed from where I've been
So here I am again
Lost in Paradise
Tossed from where I've been
Lost in paradise
Tossed from where I've been
And let me tell you what
Love is only what you want to make of it
So make it what you will
Take it from a kid who got a taste of it
Until it left him, chilled
Dead without a will
His head, a vacant trench
That's why I wrote this note
With hopes it gets to you
I hope the bottle floats
That's why I wrote this note
I hope it gets to you
I hope the bottle floats
Floats back to your lap
Where my laughter lays
Floats back to them bashful, happy days
How you acting like passion has to fade?
How's it Love if you left it cast away?
Stole this soul then tucked it, packed away
Stashed away, rolled, and wrapped away
Rolled his hopes
Smoked a pack a day
Broke the ropes,
Then closed and latched the gates
So here I am again
Lost in Paradise
Tossed from where I've been
So here I am again
Lost in Paradise
Tossed from where I've been
That's why I wrote those note
I hope it gets to you
I hope the bottle floats
But watch it hit the tides and float back to me
Back to shore, back to bastard me
Quicksand had his hand in that defeat
6 pans from these phantom factories
Stole my soul, won't hand it back to me
Kept it cold, then left the rest of me
A chest of gold, I bless it desperately
A test of old, with no breath left in me
So here I am again
Lost in Paradise
Tossed from where I've been
So here I am again
Lost in Paradise
Tossed from where I've been
Credits
Writer(s): Spencer Zorn
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.