Besedila: Doves. Lost Souls. Lost Souls.

Trying to make some sense of the days
Now that they're all good
Every little thing that they say
Well you know they could
She lies to console
For she cries for all the lost souls
You, you know we're gone
We're all so lost, lost
Said I couldn't get out of bed
Is that the law
Every little thing that I said
You just can't ignore
She lies to console
For she cries for all the lost souls
You, you know we're gone
Cos we're all so lost
You, you know it's gone, gone
Lost souls (x8)