I was lost In the dark To end My eyes I feel lost In my arms Awake But it burns Chasing angels Writing my own fables Walking in circles When you hear you're no one I'll turn out bad how can I redo the former plans Maybe I'm too far gone ♪ I was lost To the cold Till you gave me a hold So we held Through the storm And I will Is that warm Chasing angels Writing my own fables Walking in circles When you hear you're no one I'll turn out bad how can I redo the former plans Maybe I'm too far gone We are the formerly departed, we lost and then restarted And now we found a new way up We are the selectively forgotten, collectively the problem And united for the common cause We are the newest compilation, the brightest of the bravest And beyond the point of turning round We are the fortunate immortal, the rising and eternal And forever on the search for more We're not your clones We're not your clones No, we're not your clones We're not yours