I wish I was lame Because this distance is strange And I was not bound to return, Because what for me waits Is a lot to explain And I will say these words As they come I'm coming back But please don't expect That I'm coming to you And though i might Feign to sooth your disdain Of a heart thats cold and austere So the exile I tailed You know it suits me well And allows me to mediate Between jasper and jade And decisions I've made That regressed to feeling it out For olive and dove Or sing songy love That could lead you all to inveigh And all that i sought Insinuous thought has come To caution abound ♪ So the price that I'll pay Is to be viewed as lame And all the titles therein So until then I will carefully plan My return and the consequence Of coming back When no one expects That I'm coming to them