Lyrics:

They say that you don't
You promised you will
I'm calling my number
To sort out the thrill

Almost, almost, almost the real thing
How could I have missed that one?
How could I have missed it?

Am I the only one?
Your Lancelot
20 year-old and bored
Run for a better future

Pour lava in the ocean
Drown into the throne that you sit on
Follow, follow, follow me

Holy Father and Son
It's odd enough for you to live on
So long, so long, Salomé

Tell me that's what you wanted
Follow, follow me
Follow me
Follow, follow me
Follow me

You're more than I want
I figured you will
Back in September
We'll make it a deal

Almost, almost, almost the real thing
How could I have missed that one?
How could I have missed it?

Am I the only one?
Your Lancelot
20 years often bored
Run for a better future

Pour lava in the ocean
Turn the eternal carousel on
Follow, follow, follow me
Holy Father and Son
It's odd enough for you to live on
So long, so long, Salomé

Tell me that's what you wanted
Follow, follow me
Follow me
Follow, follow me
Follow me
Follow, follow me
Follow me