oh
Is it really moving?
The feast we started so long ago
Consuming love from '99
or confusing as we go
confusing as we go
oh
New York was like a mirror
A dark reflection of when we were young
I missed the train I wanted
but I caught the number you were on
I caught the number you were on
and oh
If you were lost
were you only searching?
oh
For if you found what you wanted
would it be me?
oh
You might think me weak
to compromise on what I've never owned
I ask myself so many, many times
but the answers stay unknown
The answers stay unknown
and oh
If you were lost
were you only searching?
oh
And did you find what you wanted
and was it me?
But would the music be our child
Ending what we started
Or will this train deliver us...
...brokenhearted
and oh
If you were lost
were you only searching?
oh
And did you find what you wanted
Was it me?
Was it me?
© Georgia Boyd - 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
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