The Pawnbroker

Pram

This winter bleached he colourfrom the sun

You left the inlaws(??)

And went to buy the things

That I left in the pawnshop window

And you took them home

Locked them away

My heart and soul

Like china on display

I realised my mistake

And hurried to the pawn shop window

But where my things had been there was

Nothing but a shadow

And I became yours

As you held the key

My heart and soul

No longer belong to me

So now I wash the blood

From the uniforms you wear

And fix and mend your life up

Wherever there's a tear

I repayed a debt so one day you'll owe me

Another night you'll regret

You will hand over the key