paroles de chanson You Could Get Lost Out Here - A.C. Newman

Who's going to save your soul from yesterday, or fan the flames where you warm yourself
While you expect the worst, sell button pushed, the title blank?
You're gonna knock yourself out just to knock yourself out

Your roots in this ground are provisional, invisible, you'll find to the naked eye
You know what you love, precise millions above will back you up
You have to talk yourself down, talk yourself down
You could get lost out here

We went to the woods, although we should have guessed
We understand because we teach ourselves
Nothing we've seen will lose to what we choose
We may run back, but, hey, you've got to find out
We showed ourselves out
You could get lost out here