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
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
We're lost
We're lost