Return

D                                  F#                        Bm 
Now its years since your body went flat and even memories of that 
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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.