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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 savor 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