Find what you love and let it kill you, I believe in that
Laying low
But I'm coming back
I'm coming round
Kill the dream, raise your children, stay in one place
Keep that thrilling
Oh yeah
But I'm coming round
I'm going round, round, round, round
Let the lull become the melody
Wear my name out until you're sick of me
Let the lull become a memory
Wear my name out until you're sick of me
Oh yeah
I'm coming round