
Lost
[Upbeat Latin-infused Dance-Pop, BPM 118. Recorded live with full band: male lead vocal (warm, expressive, no vocal tuning, natural breath audible), female backing harmonies. Instruments: nylon guitar, Fender Rhodes, live cajón, Warwick slap bass, clean Stratocaster, güiro, tambourine, live palmas. Crowd ambience throughout (distant cheers, claps on chorus), slight room reverb, single-take energy, raw vocal delivery with stage presence. Mood: euphoric, intimate yet powerful — like a late-night festival main stage. No studio polish, no autotune, dynamic performance feel.]

Lost
[Upbeat Latin-infused Dance-Pop, BPM 118. Recorded live with full band: male lead vocal (warm, expressive, no vocal tuning, natural breath audible), female backing harmonies. Instruments: nylon guitar, Fender Rhodes, live cajón, Warwick slap bass, clean Stratocaster, güiro, tambourine, live palmas. Crowd ambience throughout (distant cheers, claps on chorus), slight room reverb, single-take energy, raw vocal delivery with stage presence. Mood: euphoric, intimate yet powerful — like a late-night festival main stage. No studio polish, no autotune, dynamic performance feel.]
Lyrics
Woke up with my pulse out of place,
heart speaking some brand-new grace…
Floor feels strange beneath my feet,
mirror shows a soul I can’t repeat.
All I was is on the shore,
static hum behind the door…
Crossed the line, (no sign, no sound)
left my fear… for later, on the ground.
Don’t know where this road will bend…
but my knees won’t shake, won’t shake, when I descend.
I’m falling, falling
but not to the void, no, no.
Open hands ( ¡hands open! )
shattering the dark below.
Unraveling slow, oh, so slow, in your beat,
if this is lost… I don’t want retreat.
Don’t know who I am when you look at me
only know this lost… feels like home, finally.
Too far gone to play pretend,
compass lies when hearts contend…
No stars warned me what I’d face,
just your voice pushing through my space.
Followed instinct like a flame,
knew something had to change…
Now we stand, edge to edge,
on the brink of the unforeseen ledge.
If this place has no true name…
let the ending stay, stay nameless, just the same.
I’m falling, falling
but not to the void, no, no
Open hands (¡hands open!)
shattering the dark below.
Unraveling slow, oh, so slow, in your beat,
if this is lost… I don’t want retreat.
Don’t know who I am when you look at me
only know this lost… feels like home, finally.
Never thought that chaos, wild and deep,
could lull my restless skin to sleep…
Some maps only work (work true)
when you let go… and trust the view.
I’m falling, and I won’t hide,
owe no debt to safe inside…
If your hold’s a “wrong”, I call it fate,
if your love’s a maze… I’ll live here, seal my date.
Don’t come find me when the fog clears light…
when I’m with you, I don’t want found tonight.
Call me lost…
if lost means choosing you, no questions asked.
