Song | Lost |
Artist | Annie Lennox |
Album | Songs Of Mass Destruction |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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 |
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 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 |
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 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 |