Lost

This is the sound of the planes in the night

Coming out of the darkness and into the light

Shining alarmingly, curiously brightThis is the sound of those murderous drums

The marching of footsteps, the twisting of thumbs

Over and over again, here it comesWere lost

(Baby, come again, dont let me fall)

Were lost

(Baby, come again, despite it all)

Were lostTell me the story bout when you were young

I want to hear it again

Leave in the parts where the hero gets stung

I want to savor it, I want to play it againThis is the sound of a babys first breath

The dying of footsteps, the touching of flesh

To hold in your memory, to keep by your chestWere lost, so lost

Lost