Paroles: Hope Of The States. The Lost Riots. 1776.

I'm all washed up at twenty and it's all my fault
If love's an illness then I hope I get it
I got it wrong, I got it wrong, I got it wrong
I spend the rest of my life trying to make it right
Somewhere there's a fight
We are fighting for something we lost
Something that we find
Might save us or make things right

I hope I get the chance to finish what I started
I've always felt like it might be too far
I hope I'm wrong, I hope I'm wrong, I hope I'm wrong
I'm holding on, I'm holding out for something more

Somewhere there's a fight
We are fighting for something we lost
Something that we find
Might save us or make things right
Somewhere there's a fight
We are fighting for something we lost