La Dispute - The Last Lost Continent
We are but hopeful children, and we’re the last of our kind.
But if we let our hearts move outward, I know we will never die.
We are but friends and family, we are the last of our kind.
So hold my hand, I’ll lift your head up, and I promise we’ll be fine.
We are but hopeful lovers, and we are running out of time.
There’s so much stacking up against us, and we’re falling far behind.
When you’re sitting on the toilet and realize you forgot your phone