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