To Return

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