Previously On Lost

This globe is on fire Anytime we could lose everything Screaming all the way in worry Nowhere to retreat I wanna spend the rest of my life in this road (oh, oh, oh) I've got to live my life no matter what comes in my way This world is on fire The only place is on this way This world is on fire, fire All the cities on fire And everybody is trembling of fear (of fear) Running all the way Trying to find a rescue I wanna spend the rest of my life in this road (oh, oh, oh) I've got to live my life no matter what comes in my way (my way) This world is on fire The only place is on this way This world is on fire, fire (oh, oh, oh) Oh, this world is on fire This world is on fire, fire This world is on fire, fire

Twilight star burns cold blue; it burns cold blue in my eyes Thousand light years from the hot blue of a thousand other dying skies Let's keep on walking past the brick Walls spray-painted with skulls of blue Matching moving moonlit silhouettes Past the playground with the padlock and chain on the gate Lost on purpose, hey, lost on purpose We could try to figure it out, but we don't trust us Lost on purpose, hey, lost on purpose We could turn around and go home, but the truth might hurt us Skyscraper looks like an x-ray, streetlights look infrared Bus fume aphrodisiac slaps at the back of my head The night is in your turn-signal eyes, lipstick on your coffee cup Gimme a tip for the waitress The natives are restless, we gotta get out of this dump Lost on purpose, hey, lost on purpose We could try to figure it out, but we don't trust us Hey, lost on purpose, hey, lost on purpose We could turn around and go home, but the truth might hurt us You can smell the electric sky, surplus souls budging in droves Trance-dancing to the murmur of the city, The heartbeat of hell, the grindstone of chrome Walking in silence in the temples of the dark gods Icons with eyes that can't see, Ears that don't hear and the nerves That never wince with the pain we're feeling Grey dawn filters through steel Stalagmites, eight minutes from the dying sun Safe from the fury, safe from the fire of the great unlearned We sleepless dreamers straddle yellow-chequered chariots You and me, we're the prisoners of the panorama of revolving doors Lost on purpose, hey, lost on purpose We could try to figure it out, but we don't trust us Lost on purpose, yeah, lost on purpose We could turn around and go home, but the truth might hurt us Lost on purpose, hey, lost on purpose We could try to figure it out, but we don't trust us Lost on purpose, oh, lost on purpose We could turn around and go home, but the truth might hurt us, hey