The Bitter End in Blind Pilot

If ever you should die, I know I'd shave my head.
Its not a morbid thought, I mean it out of love.

Come back daddy.
Come back, to the bitter end.
Come back daddy.
Hands, tooth, coats and vitamins.

If ever the sea claims the cities on the coast,
Before the last bridge blows, I know I will propose.

Come back baby,
Armed with paddles in your hands.
Come back baby,
Come back, to the bitter end.

The soil on the spade will be my love in her,
The cellphone satellites will hurl to the earth,
To the earth.

But in the moon,
There is half of our shadow on.
From in the womb,
There are strange sounds on the water front,
And it takes a month,
To lose it all.

Come back baby.
Come back, to the bitter end.
Come back, everything that caught up in the plans.

Come back baby.
Come back, to the bitter end.
Come back, everything that puts salt in the sand.