Lost And Found (Inside Out)

Keep the music loud, the lights and the speakers are cutting through the sound of my own background noise until I catch her voice and she grabs my hand and says "Lets go outside, I need the air and I like that no one's around!"
Put the blankets down, I'm numbered with the 'lost and found' and it's too late to sleep, she moves in closer and she's whispering while she taps my hand and says "Lets go outside, we'll catch the breeze and I like that you are around."

Outside wasn't the best view, it was cold and it was nights like these that she said she loved, convincingly as she flicked her hair and moved into me.

We're buried under sheets, the white gold reflecting everything I ever saw in her, everything I saw when she took my hand and said "Lets go outside, you need to breathe, there's no need to be alone."

Outside wasn't the best view, it was cold and it was nights like these that she said she loved, convincingly as she flicked her hair and moved into me.

Written by Chris Yeoman