to return

• bir chevelle şarkısı. sözlerini de yazayım da tam olsun:
  
  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
  
  [x4]
  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