Lost But Not All Gone - The Dear Hunter

Somewhere I was lost

Off but not all gone

Gave me

Nothing of God

Come here mister, take in no love

Even if it canvases so

(When) the blind eye never liked

(What) the wide eye never sees

Here I lie

The same I fell at first

Give me anything but apathy

Or love and curse

Waiting for my soul to wake

And come alive again

Can I not torment this

With a canon of assisted duress?

Here I lie

The same I fell at first

Give me anything but apathy

Or love and curse

Waiting for my soul to stir

And wake, rejoice, and come alive again

Here I go

The same I fall at first

Give me anything but apathy

Or love and curse

Waiting for my soul to wake

And come alive again