[Verse 1] Palimpsest dawn. Ink of tide. Old maps burn, new lines slide. Hands fold time. Silent knot. Steps return, never the same. [Pre-Chorus] A tilt, a turn— memory skews. The same road returns, with other hues. [Chorus] Return—again, but different. Return—an echo trimmed. Return—where loss refashions, Return—becomes new limb. [Verse 2 ] Loops unravel, then re-suture. Echoes learn tongues, change their structure. Worn shoes find new stones below— footprints copied, but shadows grow. [Bridge] Catabasis sings— back down the spine. We return, we burn, we repair the line. No loss is lost; no seed denied. What breaks becomes what wakes inside. [Chorus] Return—again, but different. Return—an echo trimmed. Return—where loss refashions, Return—becomes new limb. Return—again, but different. Return—soft, insist. Return—our old becomes new, Return—resist, persist. [Outro] return… return… return… Copyright © 2025 KaiserDogo All rights reserved
