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Album: Satellite Sky
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.
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