Текст песни Return - Nits

This house
Always
Returns
Things we lost

Not today
Sometimes
A button
Most of the time
A memory
Not today
What we lost and what we found
Lines we crossed without a sound
What is real and what is not
What we lost and what we got

A real life
A real house
A real love
A real child

I can wait
It's not too late
To turn

Return