Lost Again

Track 4 of 9 of the album Light Shows! I'll add links to the rest of the songs as I upload them c:

1. The Witching Hour (http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x2q4i5b)
2. What Did We Know? (http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x2q4lvo)
3. Little Bird (http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x2q4orq)
4. Lost Again (YOU ARE HERE)
5. Vicious Cycle
6. Say I Matter
7. Stay
8. Falling Like The Sky
9. Conducting Shooting Stars

If you like the sound of Light Shows, please check out its companion album Shadow Puppets! :D

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I think we'll live,
which is strange enough to think.
Everyone was cheering
to push us from the brink.
We were entertaining.
That was never cast in doubt
but never mind about that.
We were not meant to get out.

When you've seen what we've seen,
when you've done what we've done,
when you've been through what we've been through
there is nowhere left to run.
Through the eagle's eye they watched us
never feeling like the prey.
Paying us all their attention.
Taking everything away.

I am not undamaged.
No, that was never an option.
Supposedly safe, but I'm lost again.
I am not okay,
that was always out of the question.
But maybe, given time, I'll start to mend.
'Til then, I'm lost again.

Like bandits on the run,
we sought out anywhere to hide.
Everything we've done
was done so we could stay alive.
They'll never understand
the way the world looks from our eyes.
How our own survival's
just a consolation prize.

When you've seen what we've seen,
when you've done what we've done,
when you've been through what we've been through
there is nowhere left to run.
Through the eagle's eye they watched us
never feeling like the prey.
Paying us all their attention.
Taking everything away.

I am not undamaged.
No, that was never an option.
Supposedly safe, but I'm lost again.
I am not okay,
that was always out of the question.
But maybe, given time, I'll start to mend.
'Til then, I'm lost again.

Sitting here as targets
as the waves crash down upon our heads,
hurling questions:
"How did we manage to defeat our dead?
Why aren't we smiling?
This is our shining moment after all!
Why are we cowering when we should be standing tall?"

I am not undamaged.
No, that was never an option.
Supposedly safe, but I'm lost again.
I am not okay,
that was always out of the question.
But maybe, given time, I'll start to mend.

I am not undamaged.
No, that was never an option.
Supposedly safe, but I'm lost again.
I am not okay,
that was always out of the question.
But maybe, given time, I'll start to mend.
'Til then, I'm lost again.