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