yeah, I know what you mean. all drunk and in need of an asskicking. they amass away from us and sing "sinking is the best thing for you." this air is thick, my words remain asphyxed but I insist: King Bee, come home. I'm trying to replace the storms of former grace but I'm just rain...you create the waves. yeah, I know, I heard it too. "No one does it quite like you." and for that second you're living proof I've been faking us out. this air is thick, my words remain asphyxed but I insist: King Bee come home. I'm trying to replace the storms of former grace but I'm just rain...you create the waves. I couldn't have planned a better getaway, for the first time I know everything's ok. I close my eyes and turn this up all the way and sing "Please, please let me forget."