To Return - Chevelle
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
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
Keep on burnin` through the noose
Keep on burnin` through the noose
Keep on burnin` through the noose
Keep on
Poor boy became
A slave to use
Rebuild what`s left
Of this child, so weak
To return, to the cold
It isn`t much, but I`m free at last