Lost In Paradise

The Findells

Private Investigator

The Findells


First time I touched you I think it was the 4th of July We stood together in the park looking at fireworks in the sky It rained and your shirt got wet I let you borrow one of mine Now whenever I put on a shirt I think of you from time to time She ran away with the private investigator what could I say? I saw my girl with the private investigator yesterday. But that’s okay. Remember the day we spent it all down by the lake And you tried to get into that drive-in movie but your ID card was a fake And all that summer I promised to take you to the Empire State But the bus was early- we were always too late. Oh oh, I miss you like a train I miss the clothes you wear And when I wake up in the middle of the night I miss you lying there Late at night when the curtains blow I drive another nail with the lights down low I love the smell of those negative ions when the world is moving slow.