Return (Handbells)

Now it's years since your body went flat, and even memories of that Are all thick and dull, all gravel and glass But who needs them now, displaced they're easily more safe The worst of it now, I can't remember your face Return, return, return, return For a while, with the vertigo cured We were alive, we were pure The void took the shape of all that you were But years take their toll And things get bent into shape Antiseptic and tired, I can't remember your face Return, return, return, return You were supposed to grow old You were supposed to grow old Reckless, unfrightened and old You were supposed to grow old You were supposed to grow old You were supposed to grow old You were supposed to grow old Return, return, return, return You were supposed to return You were supposed to return