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