lost

In a straight line
going straight on down
Here I call to you, a favourite friend of mine
Who’s leaning out too far
from the highest edge
I wish that I could say
you take me up, up and away
The sun comes through
Another day is new
and I can't see
sweetest glow, come over me

You changed your sin
to skinny cigarettes
Its springtime in your favourite part of town
The sun comes through
Another day is new
and I can't see
sweetest glow, come over me

Make me wait all night
To greet the morning dew
Oh, what are we coming to?
We look the way
the way lost lovers do.