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