Church of the Cosmic Skull
Church of the Cosmic Skull
Church of the Cosmic Skull
Church of the Cosmic Skull
Church of the Cosmic Skull
Church of the Cosmic Skull
Church of the Cosmic Skull
Church of the Cosmic Skull
The fourth album concludes with this song – a lament for the human race. As we descend into paranoia, obsessed with control and fear, all of that vast potential vanishes into thin air. Are these the end times or do they herald a new dawn…?
We Lost it Somewhere
Oh we lost it somewhere
Take a look around you see there’s nobody there
Oh we lost it somewhere
Everything that matters must have vanished into thin air
Like Winston Smith, I walk through Times Square
I look but there’s nobody there
The satellite it takes my picture
Ten thousand hectares
In perfect resolution
Dial the number talking to the world
A tape is recording somewhere
A record of all that we’ve said and done
But all that might matter is gone
We lost it somewhere
Oh we lost it somewhere
Take a look around you see there’s nobody there
Oh we lost it somewhere
Everything that matters must have vanished into thin air
We lost it somewhere
We lost it somewhere