she can mimic a dove and she can see right through you
If she lets you go you'll come back to her
like the change you lost from your pocket
she won't return and you'll know you lost her
you come out at night while the birds are sleeping,
you can do what you like but you can't stop feeling
like the chain you lost from your locket
it won't return and you'll know you lost it
like the change you lost from your pocket
she won't return and you'll know you lost her
you'll know you lost her