Lost In August Songtext
von Bradley Palermo

There was nothing
In our drinks
But the ice and rye whiskey
And there was nothing
Up our sleeves
But our elevated heart beats
We were lost
In August


We were as native
As the palms
No one cared where we came from
We are still here
And it′s now
But we wont forget how it
All went down
We were lost
In August

When you look
Don't look back
Because there ain′t
Nothing left
Except those Motel 6 beds
And them floral print spreads
We were lost
In August