lorde
lost boys
(Trecho) It's time to let the lost boys take you in It's getting cold out You went yourself down So please don't go out You're looking dead behind the eyes We'll stay at your house Watch all those late shows on Tv I like you best when you're right here with me And all the lost boys We make a picture perfect team Bruise in sidewalks With all that drumming of our feet And boy I promise We'll never ever let you leave Never let you leave