Losing Touching Searching Testo

There❝s no sign; there❝s no chance we❝ll get there on time. We couldn❝t find the place that night. We were lost and stuck together. We were lost with ourselves, and we were lost with each other. Where❝s this place we need to be? Where❝s this place we need see? There❝s no sign; there❝s no chance we❝ll get there on time. If we could have found another place, to see ourselves and crack the code we could have made it then you know, but there❝s no signs on that road. Caught in this place we know, with no signs of letting go, you❝re heart is just another road, another place that I can❝t go, so we sit and contemplate, the world❝s become a big mistake, and here we are in the middle, trying to work out this riddle.