Текст песни Huntwork Hewitt - The Thief
Huntwork Hewitt - The Thief слова песни
I suppose you`ve never seen meDressed in black from head to toeHear my words now and believe meLest you hear I told you soCall the merchants to behold meI write my name between their sheetsI feed sugar to their poniesHow I love to be the thiefNow the sunflowers in the pavementTurn their backs upon my deedsEven though I know I`m prettyThey just stare down at the weedsTell the trees they ought not shade meI will pilfer every leafEven in the highest branchesYou can find the lowest thiefI am laughing at the funeralWhile the mourners weep and singYou confront me by the bodyAnd ask me where I`ve put his thingsSo come and crush my tiny fingersMake a necklace of my teethMail my ear to BarcelonaI will always be the thiefFor some things you are not born withAnd some things you can`t achieveLife is full of stolen momentsAnd I will always be the thief