»I'm lost lost lost, licking my lips in groundless clear eternity.« - Dave McRadden, The Great Canadian Sonnett, p106 - When your lost, when every indecision Seems t fade away into the window pane When every single dream requires revision When they roll around in your head again and again Cuz your lost / you really don't know That your lost/ your lost but your whole When your lost, when your boyfriend's got no vision But I can't sway you cuz he's still got the finest hands If there's a howling in your night well you just gotta listen I'll be there to hold out the hand of a friend But you know / You really should know That you move so good / your lost but your whole When your lost, lost in that perfect prison I've heard about your days in the wine and sand But everything you say comes out like religion You could use a friend and some kind of a clear plan Cuz your lost / you really don't know How you lost / you lost but your whole You lost but your whole Yr lost but your whole Lost but your whole