Chevelle Lyrics

Album: This Type Of Thinking (Could Do Us In)

To Return Lyrics

To return to the cold

 It isn't much fun

 To touch the trees no one has known

 Go rest your head

 Cause you can't miss this

 Poor boy became

 A slave to use

 Now despair moves in so close

 Too many years free at last

 He didn't know so learned to speak

 He clears his throat

 Cause you can't miss this

 [Chorus]

 Poor boy became

 A slave to use

 Rebuild what's left

 Of this child, so weak

 Sorry, changes, trample the plan

 Death, stores, victims

 Once more

 Keep on burnin' through the noose

 To return, to the cold

 It isn't much, but I'm free at last