Anderson Ian Lost In Crowds Lyrics

Lost In Crowds Lyrics

I get lost in crowds: if I can, I remain invisible

to the hungry mouths. I
stay unapproachable.

I wear the landscape of the urban chameleon.

Scarred by attention. And quietly addicted to innocence.



At
starry parties where, amongst the rich and the famous

I’m stuck for
words: or worse, I blether with the best of them.

I see their eyes glaze
and they look for the drinks tray.

Something in the drift of my
conversation bothers them. 



So, who am I? Come on: ask me, I dare
you.

So, who am I? Come on: question me, if you care to.

And why
not try to interrogate this apparition?

I melt away to get lost in this
quaint condition.



In scary airports, in concourses
over-filled,

I am detached in serious observation.

As a passenger,
I become un-tethered when

I get lost in clouds: at home with my own quiet
company.



Herald Tribune or USA Today. Sauvignon Blanc or oaky
Chardonnay.

Asleep for the movie. Awake for the dawn 

dancing on
England and hedgerows –

embossed on a carpet of green. I descend and
–

forgive me – I mean to get lost in crowds.