Текст Iron – Milkweed

Coming back for something
Back for something
Always coming back with the butterflies
Breakfast on the table
Backseat full of baby shoes
A pile of jumper cables
Always coming back
Coming back for something
Back for something
Rain falls all around the world
The summer leaves are afraid of changing
Coming back for something
Back for something
There’s something caught in our hearts for good
Something always fading
Coming back for something
Back for something

God of the dollars, a god of fear
The guns on the TV really get you
Kiss me again in a street light coming on

The L train rattles back and forth
A body takes a beating
Milkweeds for the butterflies
Promises are for keeping

Always coming back
Always coming back

Always coming back
Always coming back
Always coming back