Tytuł: Lost My America

• Wykonawca: I Mother Earth
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A chair in the corner
  One leg broken
  And a whisper in the hall
  There's frustration
  Another walk around the room
  A loss of direction
  Before the start
  
  Some say a lot
  With few words spoken
  Some with peace
  Say nothing at all
  It's just a matter
  Of motivation to live
  Just a question
  Of where to get love
  
  Thrills and sand
  Fall through my open hand
  Where's my time gone
  Words look for the song
  
  Lost my America
  But made my own way
  I believe
  To this garden
  But on my face
  The idea is showing
  Shelter me for no reason
  At all
  
  Sunlight slanting
  Paranoid
  Feeling cold
  A little fucked up... alone
  Seems I'm spending
  These supposed best of years
  Quite unlike
  It says right here
  Cold
  A little fucked up... alone
  
  Take the face
  In hands spread open
  And one to one
  Let the power run
  Feed the mouth
  That's hungry... open
  Feed the mind
  That wonders why