Elliott Smith. From a Basement on the Hill. Let's Get Lost. Zeneszám

Then outside divided in
That I couldn't abide
Wouldn't miss it again
Burning every bridge that I cross
To find some beautiful place to get lost

Had true love made it die
I pushed her away
She said, "Please stay"
Burning every bridge that I cross
To find some beautiful place to get lost
To find some beautiful place to get lost

Well I don't know where I'll go now
And I don't really care who follows me there
But I'll burn every bridge that I cross
And find some beautiful place to get lost
And find some beautiful place to get lost