Kilbey, Willson-Piper, Koppes, Ploog
(Campbell Connelly Australia Pty Limited and Control)

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Lyrics (unofficial)

[rev. Sept. 1, 2015]

Sometimes I'm wond'ring under prehistoric skies
I feel it's all beginning right before my eyes
I must go back, re-examine my love
And here she comes with the penetrated stare
I don't know when, but I wish I knew where
Quick calculation, there's not nearly enough

Because we're lost, because we're lost
Cold desert stars, feel them sparkle like frost
They are so lost

Follow her down to worship some god
Who never speaks to me, I wonder if that's odd
Then he says you're never listening
The pursuit of adulation is your butter and your bread
It's an exquisite corpse and its lips are red
And its teeth are glistening

But you are lost, but you are lost
Now hang up 'cause the lines are all crossed
You are so lost

If you're alone and you're feeling blue,
Everyone in Persia probably feels like that too
I just hope they don't believe like you do
And here she comes with her unforgiving web
Almost forever I've been drinking these dregs
It must be time to change our brew, cruel, view

Before we're lost, before we're lost
Look at the map, add up the cost
Before we're lost