Return - OK Go

Now its years since your body went flat and even memories of that

are all think 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.

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.

You were supposed to grow old.

Reckless, unfrightened, and old,

you were supposed to grow old.

Return.

You were supposed to return.