Woorden: The Devoted Few. June, July, August.

I'm wasting away, crack on my head
and it's always the way, impatient man
I saw you today I ain't losing it
I can't believe that you left

don't try and take me out
cause I've been there before
don't try and make me out to be someone that's lost and will one day be found

you're leaving today, you ain't coming back
now I'm gonna stay, and this kitchen's empty my friend
and this holocene end, while the city's sleeping, I ain't holding my breath.

don't try and take me out

cause I've been there before
don't try and make me out to be someone that's lost and will one day be found

I ain't never gonna be found
you are never gonna be found
you and I are never gonna be found