Land of the Lost

Don't you hate those kinds of people
With the sunshine in their eyes
Always looking on the bright side
Whenever somebody dies

In a funeral car last summer
Past the needles in the park
Singing your song under streetlights
Whenever it gets dark

They said to pick whatever I wanted
But I didn't know what to choose
My feet have always gone
The opposite way to my shoes

So I got whatever they recommended
And now it's all gone out of date
Singing your song under streetlights
Whenever it gets late

And you break down in the cinema
Crying that you've never felt loved
But I always thought that feeling things
Would never be enough

And walking through the car park
He picks up a plastic rose
And plants it in your garden
So you can watch it while it grows

And now I know you better than ever
It's too late for you to understand
I always wished you could read my palm
Like the back of your hand

So I'm climbing one more mountain
One river left to cross
Deliver me from evil
Into the land of the lost