The Luna climbs up
Majestic fir brows
One rung at a time
To feel the shiver
Of winter breeze
Tickle higher
Than treetops reach
Where moonbeams
Know the meaning
The shadows cast
Upon the open palms
Of nature's hands
Sometimes We Need to Get Lost
Sometimes We Need to Get Lost
Sometimes We Wish to Get Lost
Sometimes We Need to Get Lost
Sometimes We Wish to Get Lost
Sometimes We Need to Get Lost
Sometimes We Wish to Get Lost
Yeaaaaaaaaaaahhh
Yeah
Yeah (again)
Sometimes We Need to Get Lost
Sometimes We Wish to Get Lost