my attempt at transcribing
And you suffer from expectation
And you suffer from realisation
And you suffer from concentration
And I suffer from the fast, spinning white
Can you find me? Can you, can you?
Can you find me? Can you?
Can you drop me in your tea, and then
Can you find me? Can you, can you?
Can you find me? Can you?
Can you nap in caps, and then you try to
And you always knew, so mature
When you see the shades I feel so empty
And I will be empty 'til I pass away
Can you find me? Can you, can you?
Can you find me? Can you?
Can you drop me in your tea, and then you
Can you find me? Can you, can you?
Can you find me? Can you?
Can you nap in caps, and then you try to
Risk my having that hour of fame
Of golden dreams being thrown away
It's in my logic that I am not trapped
An underground band never lasts