Lost Boys - Lyrics

LOST BOYS

I love a twisted tongue

riding on this carousel

there’s nothing in my lungs 

to save me from myyyyself

flames have never let me down

and neither has the smoke, 

though it’s getting hard to breathe

every time hear that sound,

Of mirrors that I broke, 

the journey’s haunting me.

 

Lost boys we don’t get to cry, be the first to fall in line, 

If tomorrow ever comes, then I’m wasting precious time

 

So i’ll walk another mile,

I’ll wander through the night

Every footstep is a electric

A scavenger of light

You can blame me if you want to,

I know you have before

No, I said no,

I’m not your preacher anymore.