كلمات The Pawnbroker

As winter bleached the colour from the Sun you left the in-laws And went to buy the things that I'd put in the pawnshop window And you took them home, locked them away My heart and soul, like china in display I realised my mistake and hurried to the pawnshop 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 out of the uniforms you wear And stitch and mend your life up wherever there's a tear I repay the debt, so one day you'll owe me And on a night you'll regret, you will hand over the key