Patrick Watson - Lost With You Lyrics

Lyrics Lost With You - Patrick Watson



The lost were playing in the yard
Giving goosebumps to all the Sunday summer trees
Our hands were tangled in the weeds
Moving so softly nobody can see
Against your morning skin
Well, it′s shy like two young lovers walking by
There's a soft, strange kind of odd
Giving company to all the lonely hearts
There′s a hundred cigarettes on the ground
And our clothes are still hanging around
And it's nice to be ugly in each other's arms
So we can cry over all the things we were before



Writer(s): Patrick Watson


Patrick Watson - Lost With You
Album Lost With You
date of release
30-10-2020




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