“I am lost...
Oh so very lost...
In a castle of endless mists... and dreams...
of Persian birds and ageless schemes...
wrapped in a web....
encased in tin... just a broken promise..
.
to let me in....
I am lost...
I am lost...
at what cost...
not a pound....
to be found...
in the heart of a rose...
another place....
no one knows...
The spiny wheels sing me a song,
over and over,
over and over
“You are lost,
you are lost,
for good or bad,
take our hand,
boney lad,
you are lost...”
I am lost
I am lost”
