Lost on purpose
Lost on purpose
We could try to figure it out but we don't trust us
Lost on purpose
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
Lost on purpose
We could try to figure it out but we don't trust us
Lost on purpose
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
Lost on purpose
We could try to figure it out but we don't trust us
Lost on purpose
Lost on purpose
We could turn around and go home but the truth might hurt us
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