Lost in Her Lips by Trout Fishing In America Lyrics

(K. Grimwood/E. Idlet)
Lost in her lips, I'm getting lost in her lips
And losing track of conversation
If Lewis and Clark had just discovered these lips
The expedition would have ended up in Mexico, no!
Lost in her lips, downtown New York in her lips
I try to lift my eyes with no success
I got on with a transfer, and now I missed my stop;
The bus driver is waving, pointing me out to a cop
What am I saying? It doesn't matter;
What is she saying? Why should I care?
What could be more interesting than staring at these lips
Failing to communicate?
Lost in her lips, I'm taking breakfast with her lips
Scrambling my sentences and all
Sitting at my table, there's coffee in my drink
It's difficult to concentrate, impossible to think
I ask them questions, to watch them answer;
Could you repeat that, so I might watch again?
What could be more interesting than staring at these lips
Failing to communicate, failing to communicate?
Lost in her lips, I'm getting lost in her lips
And losing track of conversation
If Lewis and Clark had just discovered these lips
The expedition would have ended up in Mexico, no!
Lost in her lips, taking a bath with her lips
In a porcelain tub, reading a book
It's two o'clock in the afternoon, and there's music in the living room
I've got nothing left to do but stare at these lips
I ask them questions, to watch them answer;
Could you repeat that, so I might watch again?
What could be more interesting than staring at these lips
What could be more wonderful than staring at these lips
Failing to communicate, failing to communicate, hey!