Lost In Crowds Lyrics - Anderson Ian

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 

Im 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.