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)

We're lost

Tell me the story â€~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 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