To Return Lyrics - Chevelle

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 

Keep on burnin' through the noose 

Keep on burnin' through the noose 

Keep on burnin' through the noose 

They keep on burnin' through the noose 

They 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