Yan-Nick Michaud - Losing Ground (Official Video)

The first single from Yan-Nick Michaud's debut album "A Youth Well Wasted"

Written By: Yan-Nick Michaud
Produced By: Yan-Nick Michaud, Sean Tomalty & Brock Zeman

Joseph Elliott - Photographer/Cinematographer
Hanna Bird - Producer
Melissa Prince - Assistant Producer/Set Design
Viva Productions - Production Company
Maddy Scovil - Actor



Special thanks to Viva Productions, Play! Gaming & Entertainment and the City of Kingston for all your support!


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Lyrics:
Hello, how are you? Yeah, I know, it’s been too long
You still got the eyes of a wishing well
and I assume that you still think I’m strong
For now, I guess I’ll try to be, while you are standing next to me
Truth is I’m falling apart All the time...

I’ve been wasting my time,
Writing meanings in the sand
Chucking mud and loosing ground
What good’s the highs without the lows?
What good’s the truth if no one knows?
You gotta be lost to be found

You ask for a little, ask for too much,
Baby you caught me off my guard
I’m feeling like a rock in a tumbler,
filter me out, and watch me purge
Tried to be a stone but I crumbled like chalk,
I side with the river you side with the rock
Persistence is a distance you can’t outrun,
but all this walking feels like...

I’ve been wasting my time,
Writing meanings in the sand
Chucking mud and losing ground
What good’s the highs without the lows?
What good’s the truth if no one knows?
You gotta be lost to be found

Hold tight operator, while connections gone down
Your smile shines like a razor and a tear holds back the sound
Hang tight like a favor, Like your God’s grace back to town
I’d smile to see you later, But I can’t cause I’ll admit
I’ve been chucking mud and losing ground...

Well we don’t gotta be lost to be found
I could find beginnings in your ends
Forced to fight, when fools surround
What goods the highs without the lows?
What goods the truth when no one knows?
You gotta get lost, get lost get lost, get lost….

I’ve been wasting my time, Writing meanings in the sand
Chucking mud and losing ground
What good’s the highs without the lows?
What good’s the truth if no one knows?
You gotta be lost to be found