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



Please...
D  G
Return. 


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



Please...
D  G
Return. 


D                         G                                D
You were supposed to grow old. Reckless, unfrightened, and old, 
                          D
you were supposed to grow old. 


D       G                    D
Return. You were supposed to return.