Woorden: Bad Astronaut. Acrophobe. Quiet.

Violence has no charm
Still I'm waiting for your arm
Someone said goodbye
And now no one misses you

And they might see you around
In this quiet little town
Talking of islands
And the knife you have still in your back

And they might see you there
saying "No one ever cared."
I still remember
I still remember how soon you forget.