I believe your pearls were better off inside the oyster
Suspect your silk was happier inside the worm
At night my books reminisce about the forest
The wool I wear still waiting for the herd
Give it back
Give it back
Give it back
My empty bottles yearn for the rinse of a tide risen
The modern winter waits and wonders why there isn't snow
The fox you wear still waiting for its vixen
Sunlight regrets being born eons ago
Give it back
Give it back
Give it back
The fuel you waste remembers when it roamed the planet
Trapped in the dark the cuckoo clock's bird has no sense of time
All matter flees the centre of the universe
Like the guilty party flees the scene of a crime
Give it back
Give it back

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