Lost Annie Lennox
this is the sound
of the planes in the night
coming out of the darkness
and into the light shining
along in the curiously bright
this is the sound of
those murderous drums
watching the footsteps
the twisting of thumbs
over and over again
he recalls we're lost
we're lost we're lost
tell me the story 'bout
when u were young
i want to hear it again
even the parts
where the hero gets stung
i want to savour it
i want to play it again
<interlude DF>
this is the sound of
a baby's first breaths
the dying footsteps
the touching of flesh to hold
in your memory to keep
by your chest
we're lost