作词 : Seán O'Brien
作曲 : Seán O'Brien
I'm back in the Lincoln, carelessly wandering, haplessly pondering a means to not be alone.
High at the wrong time, the right side of Boston, where hope often sees the invisible.

Fast romance for the innocent persuaded by the noise.

With the lonesome accolade
The lonesome accolade
The lonesome accolade, oh
Getting lost in the hope of being saved

There might be a reason to refuse transgression.
Between the heart and the harder truth, still I'm struggling.
Raised by the virtue of mindless seduction to promising views.
In my older youth I declare, this dream is elsewhere.

Desperate, yet consummate as we're yearning to be found

With the lonesome accolade
The lonesome accolade
The lonesome accolade, oh
Getting lost in the hope of being saved