Lower Than Atlantis Boomerang
The tree remembers what the axe forgets
The tree remembers what the axe forgets
The tree remembers what the axe forgets
The tree remembers what the axe forgets
(Boomerang, boomerang)
You say you don't want me, yeah
You say you don't need me, yeah
Well I hate to say I'm sorry
I won't give up, you better believe me yeah
Well let me tell you something
No, you can't get rid of me that f..cking easily
Boomerang, boomerang
Throwing me away cause you know that I'll come back
Like a boomerang, boomerang
I'll come back around
(I'll come back around)
But you know just when you throw me
So pull it back and let it go
Boomerang, boomerang
Boomerang, boomerang
Say I'm flogging a dead horse
Didn't realize that I was, no
But I've come too far to turn back
So I will walk on
You better believe it
Boomerang, boomerang
Throwing me away cause you know that I'll come back
Like a boomerang, boomerang
I'll come back around
(I'll come back around)
But you know just when you throw me
So pull it back and let it go
Like a boomerang, boomerang
A boomerang, boomerang
The tree remembers what the axe forgets
The tree remembers what the axe forgets
The tree remembers what the axe forgets
The tree remembers what the axe forgets
I've hit rock bottom and lower
I ain't got nothing to lose
And I see its long way to heaven from hell
And I'm blistered and burned from the fire
It's a time trial, won't make it out alive
Boomerang, boomerang
Throwing me away cause you know that I'll come back
Like a boomerang, boomerang
I'll come back around
But you know just when you throw me
So pull it back and let it go
Like a boomerang, boomerang
Boomerang, boomerang
Boomerang, boomerang
Throwing me away cause you know that I'll come back
Like a boomerang, boomerang
I'll come back around
But you know just when you throw me
So pull it back and let it go
Like a boomerang, boomerang
A boomerang, boomerang
The tree remembers what the axe forgets
The tree remembers what the axe forgets
The tree remembers what the axe forgets
The tree remembers what the axe forgets