Now its years since your body went flat and even memories of that
are all THICK and dull, all gravel and glass. But who needs them
now -- displaced they're easily more safe --
the worst of it now: I can't remember your face

Return... Return...
Return... Return...

For a while, with the vertigo cured, we were alive -- we were pure.
The void took the shape of all that you were, but years take their toll,
and things get bent into shape...
Antiseptic and tired, I can't remember your face

Return... Return...
Return... Return...

You were supposed to grow old. You were supposed to grow old
Reckless, unfrightened, and old, you were supposed to grow old (return)

You were supposed to grow old (return)
You were supposed to grow old (return)
You were supposed to grow old (return)

Return... Return...

You were supposed to return
You were supposed to return