Twilight star burns cold blue It burns cold blue in my eyes A 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 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-checkered 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, hey 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, heyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
