Marine Research

At The Lost And Found

Disco: Sounds From The Gulf Stream [1999]

Like one half of a print 

Made with a piece of string 

Through folded paper 

 

You stand there before me 

So like a girl I knew 

So close it’s painful 

 

Do you wear sleeves to hide the scars 

I know just where they are 

I almost go to ask 

 

Like one half of a film 

Two ways the same beginning 

Could end looking 

 

You stand there before me 

So like a girl I knew 

So close it’s spooky 

 

Do you hide everything that’s real 

With funny drunken spiels 

I’m almost go to hear 

 

You tug your hair with your hands 

Adjust your specs 

You mumble quietly 

Have we ever met? 

Well yes and no 

But I can’t explain just yet 

At the lost and found 

 

Like one half of a print 

Made with a piece of string 

Through folded paper 

 

You stand there before me 

So like a girl I knew 

So close it’s painful 

Do you wear sleeves to hide the scars 

I know just where they are 

I almost go to ask 

 

You tug your hair with your hands 

Adjust your specs 

You mumble quietly 

Have we ever met? 

Well yes and no 

But I can’t explain just yet 

At the lost and found 

 

I watch your shadow and think 

Oh please oh please 

I want a shadow that talks 

And laughs and bleeds 

You hunch your shoulders 

And I’m weak at knees 

At the lost and found 

 

Lost you, found you  . . . (x4) 

 

Like one half of a film 

Two ways the same beginning 

Could end looking 

 

You stand there before me 

So like a girl I knew 

So close it’s spooky