Stop, you wouldn't wanna waste it Think of a dove, Oh how could you misplace it, No you can't replace it Run, run, run, run, We should get in before the setting of the sun Lost in a melody That which i should've done i did not do And now the song is sung Stop, there's red upon the rapids Birthday or none, the consequence is tragic, Smaller than tears, heavy the ocean Little blue flowers, faces of georgia, Bathe on the rocks, bathe in the spring Run, run, run, run, We should get in before the setting of the sun Lost in a melody That which i should've done i did not do And now the song is sung Stop We are ... lost in a melody We are ... lost in a melody We are ... lost in a melody