Returning کے بول

I'm wild in the way I'm not there My hair is falling out of my head I'm gonna shave it off so I'm bare I watch you through a lens, like sunset I like my hair the best when it’s wet Reminds me of a place I’ll forget I'm known to hesitate, I'm not sure At death there is a gate, I'm impure I’ll never make it through the front door Can’t help but make mistakes, we’re learning I miss you every day, I'm yearning But in his face is you, returning Been looking for a change, the seaside I'm gonna thrash around in high tide So I can trap the salt inside I'm wild in the way I'm not there My hair is falling out of my head I'm gonna shave it off so I'm bare So I'm bare So I'm bare So I'm bare