Texty: Doves. Lost Souls.

I'm trying to make some sense of the days
Now that they're all good
Every little thing that they'd say
Well, you know they could

She lies to console
For she cries for a lost soul

You
You know we're gone
We're all so lost, lost

Said I couldn't get out of bed
Is that the law?
Every little thing that I said
You just can't ignore

She lies to console
For she cries for a lost soul

You
You know we're gone
'Cuz we're all so lost
You
You know it's gone, gone

Lost souls
Lost souls
Lost souls
Lost souls

Lost souls
She cries for, she cries for
Lost souls
She cries for the lost souls

Lost souls
We're waiting, the lost souls
Lost souls
This is for the lost souls