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