Lost - The Church

Sometimes I’m wandering under prehistoric skies

I feel it’s all beginning right before my eyes

I must go back, re-examine my love

Here she comes with the penetrated stare

I don’t know when, but I wish I knew where

Quick calculation, there’s not nearly enough

Because we’re lost, because we’re lost

Cold desert stars, feel them sparkle and frost

They are so lost

Follow her down to worship some god

Who never speaks to me, I wonder if that’s odd

Then he says you’re never listening

The pursuit of adulation is your butter and your bread

It’s an exquisite corpse, and its lips are red

And its teeth are glistening

But you are lost, but you are lost

Now hang up 'cause the lines are all crossed

You are so lost

If you’re alone and you’re feeling blue

Everyone in Persia probably feels like that too

I just hope they don’t believe like you do

Here she comes with her unforgiving web

Almost forever I’ve been drinking these dregs

It must be time to change our brew, cruel view

Before we’re lost, before we’re lost

Look at the map, add up the cost

Before we’re lost