| Song | Lost Songs |
| Artist | ...And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead |
| Album | Lost Songs |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lost songs are going nowhere | |
| Lost for words, with nothing to share | |
| Lost beats with no emotion | |
| Swimming through the motive socials | |
| Vague ships and bloody knives | |
| Give their best to proper applies | |
| This part has nowhere to go | |
| Only void that swallow new pole | |
| Show does in my wonder through these odds | |
| Picking up the traces with our life | |
| Tell me this is where | |
| I cross the line | |
| Walking through these other assholes | |
| Lost loves are all around you | |
| Open despair, feel so quite good | |
| Lost calls that can’t be broken | |
| Budged in holes, the ones unspoken | |
| Vague ships are lion sized | |
| Taken nearly from their lost lives | |
| This world has nowhere to go | |
| Only void that swallow new pole | |
| Sometimes every wonders through these lives | |
| Picking up divisions with our wives | |
| Tell me if there’s something to explore | |
| Everything inside these lost songs |
| Lost songs are going nowhere | |
| Lost for words, with nothing to share | |
| Lost beats with no emotion | |
| Swimming through the motive socials | |
| Vague ships and bloody knives | |
| Give their best to proper applies | |
| This part has nowhere to go | |
| Only void that swallow new pole | |
| Show does in my wonder through these odds | |
| Picking up the traces with our life | |
| Tell me this is where | |
| I cross the line | |
| Walking through these other assholes | |
| Lost loves are all around you | |
| Open despair, feel so quite good | |
| Lost calls that can' t be broken | |
| Budged in holes, the ones unspoken | |
| Vague ships are lion sized | |
| Taken nearly from their lost lives | |
| This world has nowhere to go | |
| Only void that swallow new pole | |
| Sometimes every wonders through these lives | |
| Picking up divisions with our wives | |
| Tell me if there' s something to explore | |
| Everything inside these lost songs |
| Lost songs are going nowhere | |
| Lost for words, with nothing to share | |
| Lost beats with no emotion | |
| Swimming through the motive socials | |
| Vague ships and bloody knives | |
| Give their best to proper applies | |
| This part has nowhere to go | |
| Only void that swallow new pole | |
| Show does in my wonder through these odds | |
| Picking up the traces with our life | |
| Tell me this is where | |
| I cross the line | |
| Walking through these other assholes | |
| Lost loves are all around you | |
| Open despair, feel so quite good | |
| Lost calls that can' t be broken | |
| Budged in holes, the ones unspoken | |
| Vague ships are lion sized | |
| Taken nearly from their lost lives | |
| This world has nowhere to go | |
| Only void that swallow new pole | |
| Sometimes every wonders through these lives | |
| Picking up divisions with our wives | |
| Tell me if there' s something to explore | |
| Everything inside these lost songs |