Lost

This is the sound of the planes in the night

Coming out of the darkness

And into the light

Shining alarmingly

Curiously bright

This is the sound of those murderous drums

The marching of footsteps

The twisting of thumbs

Over and over

Again here it comes

We're lost

(baby come again don't let me fall)

We're lost

(baby come again despite it all)

Were lost

(baby come)

(baby come)

Tell me the story

'bout when you were young

I want to hear it again

Leave in the part

Where the hero gets stung

I want to savour it

I want to play it again

This is the sound of a baby's first breath

The dying of footsteps

The touching of flesh

To hold in your memory

To keep by your chest

We're lost

So lost

Lost