Lost is a city in the heart of the hills Free from oppression and bearing no ill will, yeah Hidden away from the eyes of mortal men Living it here, the son got poor sense again Living with the sons that don't begin and never end One thing I feel like are the emotions of men War, ain't no dime of as they live in harmony There's a life of safety, of peace, tranquility, yeah Hidden away from the eyes of mortal men Living in here, the son got poor sense again Living with the sons that don't begin and never end One thing I feel like are the emotions of men, yeah Lost is a city in the heart of the hills Free from oppression and bearing no ill will, yeah Hidden away from the eyes of mortal men Living in here, the son got poor sense again Living with the sons that don't begin and never end One thing I feel like are the emotions of men, oh, yeah