| Song | Lost My America |
| Artist | I Mother Earth |
| Album | Dig |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : I Mother Earth | |
| A chair in the corner | |
| One leg broken | |
| And a whisper in the hall | |
| There's frustration | |
| Another walk around the room | |
| A loss of direction | |
| Before the start | |
| Some say a lot | |
| With few words spoken | |
| Some with peace | |
| Say nothing at all | |
| It's just a matter | |
| Of motivation to live | |
| Just a question | |
| Of where to get love | |
| Thrills and sand | |
| Fall through my open hand | |
| Where's my time gone | |
| Words look for the song | |
| Lost my America | |
| But made my own way | |
| I believeTo this garden | |
| But on my face | |
| The idea is showing | |
| Shelter me for no reason | |
| At allSunlight slanting | |
| ParanoidFeeling cold | |
| A little ****ed up... alone | |
| Seems I'm spending | |
| These supposed best of years | |
| Quite unlike | |
| It says right here | |
| ColdA little ****ed up... alone | |
| Take the face | |
| In hands spread open | |
| And one to one | |
| Let the power run | |
| Feed the mouth | |
| That's hungry... open | |
| Feed the mind | |
| That wonders why |
| zuo ci : I Mother Earth | |
| A chair in the corner | |
| One leg broken | |
| And a whisper in the hall | |
| There' s frustration | |
| Another walk around the room | |
| A loss of direction | |
| Before the start | |
| Some say a lot | |
| With few words spoken | |
| Some with peace | |
| Say nothing at all | |
| It' s just a matter | |
| Of motivation to live | |
| Just a question | |
| Of where to get love | |
| Thrills and sand | |
| Fall through my open hand | |
| Where' s my time gone | |
| Words look for the song | |
| Lost my America | |
| But made my own way | |
| I believeTo this garden | |
| But on my face | |
| The idea is showing | |
| Shelter me for no reason | |
| At allSunlight slanting | |
| ParanoidFeeling cold | |
| A little ed up... alone | |
| Seems I' m spending | |
| These supposed best of years | |
| Quite unlike | |
| It says right here | |
| ColdA little ed up... alone | |
| Take the face | |
| In hands spread open | |
| And one to one | |
| Let the power run | |
| Feed the mouth | |
| That' s hungry... open | |
| Feed the mind | |
| That wonders why |
| zuò cí : I Mother Earth | |
| A chair in the corner | |
| One leg broken | |
| And a whisper in the hall | |
| There' s frustration | |
| Another walk around the room | |
| A loss of direction | |
| Before the start | |
| Some say a lot | |
| With few words spoken | |
| Some with peace | |
| Say nothing at all | |
| It' s just a matter | |
| Of motivation to live | |
| Just a question | |
| Of where to get love | |
| Thrills and sand | |
| Fall through my open hand | |
| Where' s my time gone | |
| Words look for the song | |
| Lost my America | |
| But made my own way | |
| I believeTo this garden | |
| But on my face | |
| The idea is showing | |
| Shelter me for no reason | |
| At allSunlight slanting | |
| ParanoidFeeling cold | |
| A little ed up... alone | |
| Seems I' m spending | |
| These supposed best of years | |
| Quite unlike | |
| It says right here | |
| ColdA little ed up... alone | |
| Take the face | |
| In hands spread open | |
| And one to one | |
| Let the power run | |
| Feed the mouth | |
| That' s hungry... open | |
| Feed the mind | |
| That wonders why |