It's not enough just to talk of what happens
Or stream-of-conscious-thought your never-ending flow
I can't address some things in my chest
But where do they go?
It's not enough just to know that we felt them
If those impressions are not really here to stay
They're here to grip, then strip
And fold into the way
What it could mean just to put the lies of the clock in the liquid parade
You're addicted to the crystal and you're finally passing your man
The lost
Into each other we've already traveled
He's living proof of what we're trying to get across
Look to our eyes, and you'll see why
We think you're lost
You know you're lost
(Lost)
Oh, you're lost
(Lost)
Savage lost
(Lost)
Savage lost
(Lost)
Oh you're lost
Oh your people are prayin' you'll never ever, ever, ever go back that way