Lost Children - The Magic Numbers, Romeo Stodart, Angela Gannon

I’ve been here before

out the doors

And settled all my scores

Yet I sleep amongst the ashes

'Neath the ocean floor

Like dead weight clinging to the distant shore

I realize that I’m one of love’s lost children

Waiting to be found

And you, you stumble through your life

Clutching at the vine

Whispering in style

As you place your hand between the speakers

Life’s songs breathing into you

On your bedroom floor

Where the sadness grew

And you yearn for more

Please don’t disturb me mama

I’m waiting to be found

Who never knew

You could feel like this you know

They thought they knew love

Then again you say

Don’t even know myself

Yes I’m realizing that we’re all just lost children

Still waiting to be found

We’re two lost children

Waiting to be found

And all the fumbles show with time

Still clutching at the vine

Still searching as we smile

We listen loud to silence now

So deafening as it talks to me

Don’t you rescue me

Don’t, don’t come into my room, mama

For I’m waiting to be found

We’re all lost children

And we’re waiting, waiting

Waiting… to be found