Forget the rent here because nobody would kick me out
Sit with your stereo, it never makes a sound
And your speakers, the ones that we blew out
Your old records still spin around
Here in the lost and found
Your old sweater holds a bit of your perfume
I liked it better when it was wrapped around you
It hangs on the door, but I could never throw it out
Just waiting in case you want to come around
Your old records spinning round and round
Here in the lost and found
Your old record spinning round and round
Here in the lost and found
I surround myself with the things you lost
In the hopes that I might be found
Broken keys, piano makes no sound
It calls to me, but I can’t remember how
To make my hands find the cords to settle down
In the places I knew when you used to come around
Still your record still spinning round
Here in the lost and found
I keep your record always spinning round
Here in the lost and found
