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