Delicate, an angry flower lashes out
Powerless and unpredictable in every action

Where will you be when your hands get cold?
Where will you be when your hands get, hands get cold?

They say you've lost your charm
They say you lost your voice
The noise that kept you warm
You've lost your ocean
To a billion grains of sand
Delicate, an angry flower
I wonder why you've turned from the sun
Where are all the things that you were promised?

Where will you be when your hands get cold?
Where will you be when your hands get, your hands get cold?

Where will you hide when your mind grows old?
Where will you hide when your mind grows, your mind grows old?

Where will you be when your hands get cold?
Where will you be when your hands get, your hands get cold?

Where will you hide when your mind grows old?
Where will you hide when your mind grows, your mind grows old?

You're delicate and angry
Painting pictures with a thousand little flames
There's a fire stroke in your lashes
You can't focus on the frame

And so we drift away
(how's it been, how's it been?)
And so you drift away
(how's it been, how's it been?)

So where will you be...

Where will you be when your hands get cold?
Where will you be when your hands get, your hands get cold?

What will you find when your time unfolds?
Sparks in your spine while your lungs cave and your heart explodes


Lyrics submitted by SephNite

Lost in a Book [pt. 1] song meanings
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