Won't you come home, I surrender I miss my sweet bag of bones, drunk and tender Why don't you want to stay here, suspended In the dead arms of a year that has ended? Can't see the shape of the sun that is sinking River too dirty for us to go swimming Why would you want to stay clear of adoration That disappears when you're near and you're close? Won't you come home, I surrender I miss my sweet bag of bones, drunk and tender Why don't you want to stay here, suspended In the dead arms of a year that has ended?