Return - Siouxsie And The Banshees

Wonder where that plane is leading to

Wonder where that boat will ever stop

Wonder if this path I am treading

Will disappear and let me drop

Down to a pen that's surely waiting

Down to the hell I know that I deserve

Even though the spirit is willing

The flesh is blackened to the deepest nerve

When will you learn

The hurting it will return

When will you ever learn

This feeling is all you can discern

Oh my heart it is a-broken

More than waste upon the golden sand

Fly my love on wings of mute confusion

Oh in Never-Ever land

When will you learn

When will you ever learn

The hurting it will return

This feeling is all you can discern

When will you learn

When will you ever learn

This feeling is all you can discern

The hurting always will return

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