Annie Lennox

This is the sound of the planes in the night
Coming out of the darkness
And into the light
Shining alarmingly
Curiously bright
This is the sound of those murderous drums
The marching of footsteps
The twisting of thumbs
Over and over
Again here it comes
We're lost
(baby come again don't let me fall)
We're lost
(baby come again despite it all)
Were lost
(baby come)
(baby come)