Lincoln Windmill Lane Session by FIELDS (IRL) Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'm back in the Lincoln
Carelessly wandering
And haplessly pondering
A means to not be alone
High at the wrong time
The right side of Boston
Where hope often sees the invisible
Fast romance
For the innocent
Persuaded by the noise

[Chorus]
Of the lonesome accolade
The lonesome accolade
Getting lost, in the hope of being saved

[Verse 2]
There might be a reason
To refuse transgression
Between the hard and harder truth
Still I'm struggling
Raised by the virtue of mindless seduction to promising views
In my older youth I declare the stream is elsewhere
Desperate yet consummate
As we're yearning to be found
[Chorus]
With the lonesome accolade
The lonesome accolade
Getting lost, in the hope of being saved
The lonesome accolade
The lonesome accolade yeah
Getting lost, in the hope of being saved