Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lost at 17 , by - Emily's Army. Song from the album Lost At Seventeen, in the genre Иностранный рокRelease date: 09.06.2013
Record label: Rise
Song language: English
Lost at 17 |
| Well |
| I’ve wasted so much time I’ve heard the birds fly south |
| And back before my eyes could take a look… |
| And my head’s stuck between the notes and not the numbers |
| And slumber to the thought of reading books |
| I just wanna sit beneath |
| All her comfort and belief |
| Because the moon’s got claws |
| And I don’t wanna go to sleep |
| She’ll always be my excuse |
| For a neverending use |
| Of helping me sit down |
| To find my thoughts in the lost and found |
| 'Cause the moon’s got claws |
| And she’s got me in her reach |
| Well, it was Friday |
| And I planned out what to do |
| I was to get myself ahead |
| And not look back… |
| Now it’s Sunday, and I didn’t do |
| Jack shit… I sat around and |
| Just felt sorry for myself |
| Well |
| I’ve wasted so much time I’ve heard the birds fly south |
| And back before my eyes could take a look… |
| And my head’s stuck between the notes and not the numbers |
| And slumber to the thought of reading books |
| I just wanna sit beneath |
| All her comfort and belief |
| Because the moon’s got claws |
| And I don’t wanna go to sleep |
| She’ll always be my excuse |
| For a neverending use |
| Of helping me sit down |
| To find my thoughts in the lost and found |
| 'Cause the moon’s got claws |
| And she’s got me in her reach |
| All day and night when I can’t sleep… |
| 'Cause I’m lost at seventeen |
| Already tired of being tired |
| There’s a line for fools like me |
| But «their» brain-style is required |
| And that line won’t catch me tipping |
| 'Cause the moon keeps me from slipping out of reach |
| I just wanna sit beneath |
| All her comfort and belief |
| Because the moon’s got claws |
| And I don’t wanna go to sleep |
| She’ll always be my excuse |
| For a neverending use |
| Of helping me sit down |
| To find my thoughts in the lost and found |
| 'Cause the moon’s got claws |
| And she’s got me in her reach |
| All day and night when I can’t sleep… |
| 'Cause I’m lost at seventeen |
| Already tired of being tired |
| There’s a line for fools like me |
| But «their» brain-style is required |
| And that line won’t catch me tipping |
| 'Cause the moon keeps me from slipping out I’m: |
| 'Cause I’m lost at seventeen |
| Already tired of being tired |
| There’s a line for fools like me |
| But «their» brain-style is required |
| And that line won’t catch me tipping |
| 'Cause the moon keeps me from slipping out of reach |