Lost Lyrics - Songs Of Mass Destruction - Annie Lennox

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 

Were lost 

(Baby, come again, dont let me fall) 

Were lost 

(Baby, come again, despite it all) 

Were lost 

Tell 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 again 

This 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 chest 

Were lost, so lost 

Lost