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.