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 he recalls 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 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 of footsteps, the touching of flesh To hold in your memory to keep by your chest We’re lost We’re lost We’re lost