I'll be coming home tomorrow
I'll be coming home to you
No time for feeling sorrow
Rachel you're my girl so know
I'll be coming home to you

Its funny how no idea remains
We stop caring about the nature of it
Wind up in the wrong place at the wrong time
Hollow out my head with your lead bite
I was so close to home
But I got cut down
I'm here with my chains off
Sing your last song
A parasite leeching off the blood of a stuck pig
Both of us will starve out before the night ends
I can't say I look forward to it
But it does have a certain humourous appeal
So tomorrow

I'll be coming home tomorrow
I'll be coming home to you
No time for feeling sorrow
Rachel you're my girl so know
I'll be coming home to you

Fossils of the future remain
Most of which I will never see
The hills are alive
With the sound of music
Two more lines to go
Oceans now as one
Sometimes she blacked out and said strange things
I thought we were changing perspectives
But you had no interest in mind spelunking
So grab your equipment and investigate my cave baby