Из альбома: No Help!
The forthcoming mutiny
A self commanded tendency. Crying,
I know it's wrong to keep on.
I cry to you waiting.
I cry to you hoping.
I cry to you and let you go
They're never coming back.
On rejoining ground, with stones on feet.
Psycho sound and static beat
And I think about you all the time,
To get you off my mind.
Waiting, I know it's wrong to keep on.