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I'm still aging, so won't you please come home? |
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Yeah, I'm still aging, so won't you come back home? |
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Oh, here's a song I wrote a hundred thousand years ago |
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It was the time when the earth was covered in snow |
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Well, I was the ground and you were the sky |
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Oh, it was so hard to reach you and I just wanted to cry |
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Well, here's a song I wrote when I was about a hundred and forty-four |
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It was the time when I just couldn't take it anymore |
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I had to split into pieces to get by |
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It was a time of delusion, to live I just had to die |
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But what does it matter when you know it's not too late? |
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Yeah, what does it matter when you know it's not too late? |
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'Cause I'm still aging, so won't you come back home? |
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Yeah, I'm still aging, so won't you please come home? |
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The pressure's rising and I can feel it inside |
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It's an expanding field of magnetic flies |
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It's buzzin' in my head and I don't know what I'm doing |
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It's just a way of perception and what I'm trying to ruin |
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But what does it matter when you know it's not too late? |
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Yeah, what does it matter when you know it's not too late? |
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Yeah, what does it matter when you know it's not too late? |
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'Cause I'm still aging, so won't you please come home? |
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(Won't you please come home?) |
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Yeah, I'm still aging, so won't you come back home? |
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Yeah, I'm still aging, so won't you please come home? |
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(Won't you please come home?) |
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And I'm still aging, so won't you come back home? |
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Won't you please come home? |
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(Won't you come back home?) |
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Won't you please come home? |
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Please come home |
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Daddy's waiting for you |
