Losing, Touching, Searching

theres no sign
theres no chance
we'll get there in time
we couldnt find a place that night.
we were lost, and stuck together
we were lost with ourselves
and we were lost with each other

where's this place we need to be?
where's this place we need to see?

there's no sign.
theres no chance,
we'll get there in time.
if we could've found another place,
to see ourselves and crack the code,
we could've made them know,
there's no signs on that road.

caught in the space below.
with no signs of where to go.
your heart is just another road-
another place that i cant go..

so we sit and contemplate
"the world's become a big mistake."
but here we are in the middle,
trying to work out this riddle..