I can hear the groanings of the earth
Splitting at the seams, my insides do their worst
Amidst all the noise
Of fatherless sons losing innocence by choice
I'm at a loss of what to do
Blood stained ruins cry out for more abuse
But still no one wants to hear
Of a simple love that weaves its way thru tears
Won't you return, won't you return
Just turn to me, turn to me, yeah
The Writing South - Return Lyrics
The Writing South - Return Lyrics
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I can hear the groanings of the earth
Splitting at the seams, my insides do their worst
Amidst all the noise
Of fatherless sons losing innocence by choice
I'm at a loss of what to do
Blood stained ruins cry out for more abuse
But still no one wants to hear
Of a simple love that weaves its way thru tears
Won't you return, won't you return
Just turn to me, turn to me, yeah
Splitting at the seams, my insides do their worst
Amidst all the noise
Of fatherless sons losing innocence by choice
I'm at a loss of what to do
Blood stained ruins cry out for more abuse
But still no one wants to hear
Of a simple love that weaves its way thru tears
Won't you return, won't you return
Just turn to me, turn to me, yeah
Writer: Brendan Cavanaugh
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