Texty: Elliott Smith. Figure 8. In The Lost & Found.

He held his breath to hold your hand
To walk the stairsteps in pairs
Climbing up a slippery slope
I'm in love, love I hope

Don't go home, Angelina
Stay with me
Hanging around in the lost and found

He kissed her quick, feeling weird
Lonely [Incomprehensible] and disappear
This is such a simple place
Passing time can't erase

Don't, don't, go, go home, Angelina
Make tomorrow new

Day breaks
And every morning when he wakes
He thinks of you

I'm alone, that's okay
I don't mind most of the time
I don't feel afraid to die
She was here passing by

Don't, don't, go, go home, Angelina
Stay with me
Hanging around in the lost and found
Stay with me
Hanging around in the lost and found