A bookshop in Toronto
But I couldn't read the pages
Been sitting here for ages
Watching the words waltz over the spine
Staring at my hands
And I can see them shaking
But the movements they're making
Don't quite feel like they're mine
And it starts to sink in
That all I'm thinking
Is how
Do I get out of this town?
And the city don't stop
For the ones who are lost
Who wake up one morning in a skin made of frost
The melody drops
And the voice is forgot
We live holding tighter to two fingers crossed
For we are the ones who are lost
Stepping through the threshold
In shoes that never fit me
Lonesome in the city
'Til the day that I saw the truth
Deep down I felt it
Through all of these evenings
I couldn't see him
But now he's standing singing to you
And it starts to sink in
That all I'm thinking
Is how
Do I get out of this town?
And the city don't stop
For the ones who are lost
Who wake up one morning in a skin made of frost
The melody drops
And the voice is forgot
We live holding tighter to two fingers crossed
For we are the ones who are lost
And toe-to-heel and toe-to-heel we'll make it
Finally finding out the way to phrase it
On Church and Wellesley in your arms
I whisper oh-so-soft
We are the ones who are lost
And the city don't stop
For the ones who are lost
Who wake up one morning in a skin made of frost
The melody drops
And the voice is forgot
We live holding tighter to two fingers crossed
For we are the ones who are lost
We are the ones who are lost
We are the ones who are lost