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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 'bout when you were young I want to hear it again Leave in 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 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 (Thanks to paola for these lyrics) From Letras Mania