Lost Boys
My town was meant to build the boys
We fell asleep to all the hammering, a lullaby of noise and
These boats are build to face the waves
And if no one's gonna build 'em
How the hell we ever gonna prove our names
On the river
There's a toll on the river
Lost boys what we gonna do now
Who do we look to to lead us all out
And can an old town ever get bold
When they took it's soul
Will we ever be, ever be more
Than our fathers ghosts
We could be
We could be more
We hold the air 'til Friday night
Then too much oxygen at once can cause a fire start a fight...
And so we drink 'til we forget
That we can't sleep without the noise
This sound was meant to build the boys
But there's a toll on the river
There's a soul to deliver
Lost boys what we gonna do now
Who do we look to, to lead us all out
And can an old town ever get bold
When they took it's soul
Will we ever be ever be more
Than our fathers ghosts
We could be
We could be more
Making noise on the river
Cutting your hands in the dirt
Endless smoke in the air
Breathe it in 'til it hurts
But there's a lie that we
That we don't have to believe
When we could be
We could be free
Lost boys what we gonna do now
Who do we look to, to lead us all out
And can an old town ever get bold
When they took it's soul
Will we ever be, ever be more
Than our fathers ghosts
We could be more
We could be more
We fell asleep to all the hammering, a lullaby of noise and
These boats are build to face the waves
And if no one's gonna build 'em
How the hell we ever gonna prove our names
On the river
There's a toll on the river
Lost boys what we gonna do now
Who do we look to to lead us all out
And can an old town ever get bold
When they took it's soul
Will we ever be, ever be more
Than our fathers ghosts
We could be
We could be more
We hold the air 'til Friday night
Then too much oxygen at once can cause a fire start a fight...
And so we drink 'til we forget
That we can't sleep without the noise
This sound was meant to build the boys
But there's a toll on the river
There's a soul to deliver
Lost boys what we gonna do now
Who do we look to, to lead us all out
And can an old town ever get bold
When they took it's soul
Will we ever be ever be more
Than our fathers ghosts
We could be
We could be more
Making noise on the river
Cutting your hands in the dirt
Endless smoke in the air
Breathe it in 'til it hurts
But there's a lie that we
That we don't have to believe
When we could be
We could be free
Lost boys what we gonna do now
Who do we look to, to lead us all out
And can an old town ever get bold
When they took it's soul
Will we ever be, ever be more
Than our fathers ghosts
We could be more
We could be more
Credits
Writer(s): Femke Weidema, Matthew Oliver Belmont
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