Lost and found

We exist in a B-movie,
The script's so good - we speak easily,
So there's no need for us to sleep tonight,
They will write our headstones (they will write our headstones)

It's colder now than it was before,
Your bedroom's freezing as I reach for the door,
Lost and found from your finger-tips,
Chewing on my conscience (chewing on my conscience)

These days spent wandering make me who I am,
These days spent wondering who I am

The jukebox jams and the jury's out,
What the hell was I thinking about?
Today it felt like I got changed,
In a telephone box (in a telephone box)

These days spent wandering make me who I am,
These days spent wondering who I am

I love the way I'm always to blame,
But a breath of sea air and I'll be fine

These days spent wandering make me who I am,
These days spent wondering who I am,
These days spent wandering make me who I am,
These days spent wondering who I am,
Who I am