Texty: The Bangkok Five. Giana.

You thought you'd be
The one they'd see
You thought you'd shine
A front page headline

But you were sinking like a stone
Yeah you were sinking like a stone

On the decline
I thought that you were fine
How could've know where you were going?
How could I have known?

They let you die
Over and out
They let you drown
Sinking like a stone
Yeah you were sinking like a stone
Etc.

Headlights trying to find you
All night trying to find you
Slow down there's nothing behind you
Over and out

They let you die
Over and out
They let you drown

They let you die
They let you die