Kevin Three

Are you aware, if you're so great, no one really cares, I’m looking for a home, a web across my face, you're too far gone, who needs to share, the spin of this plate, just find me one here, it’s no fun alone, when your voice fades, you’ve drunk the lot, in chains on a chair, talk of great escapes, your voice shot, a hymn to who’s won, when shutters raise, a time that feels old, what if you care, to pull at my traces, don't you understand, it’s too late.