Reason never seems to come to guilty men
Things that meant so much mean nothing in the end
Our function is dysfunction and to hide the truth
Distracted by our faith, ignoring every proof

A bicycle
A garden wall
A mother’s call
A love is born
And after all, the sleet that falls on me

Sunday morning they make wreckage of the church
Twilight brings nocturnal creatures from earth
And in the village all the children running home
They sing hymns that haunt them when they’re all alone

Go back if you want to
And remember who you are
‘Cause the desperate start that broke your hearts
Has left you with the scars

When the world doesn’t want you
It will never tell you why
You can shut the door but can’t ignore
The crawl of your decline

Come child
Go back if you want to