Lost is a city in the heart of the hills
Free from oppression and bearing no ill will, yeah
Hidden away from the eyes of mortal men
Living it here, the son got poor sense again
Living with the sons that don't begin and never end
One thing I feel like are the emotions of men
War, ain't no dime of as they live in harmony
There's a life of safety, of peace, tranquility, yeah
Hidden away from the eyes of mortal men
Living in here, the son got poor sense again
Living with the sons that don't begin and never end
One thing I feel like are the emotions of men, yeah
Lost is a city in the heart of the hills
Free from oppression and bearing no ill will, yeah
Hidden away from the eyes of mortal men
Living in here, the son got poor sense again
Living with the sons that don't begin and never end
One thing I feel like are the emotions of men, oh, yeah
