Give It Back - Bishop Allen

Because the drums — the drums — the drums

I hear them gathering

I found the sailor stuck inside its cheek

So it’s the chains the chains the chains

That I’ve been rattling

I had a chance that I didn’t take

I had to mend the past

I was afraid to make a mistake

Now its to late to ask

Give it back

I know a fortune can be lost or won

Without the chance — the chance — the chance

To stop and look around

And we can argue in our native tongue

About the plans — the plans — the plans

That we forget about

I had a chance that I didn’t take

I had to mend the past

I was afraid to make a mistake

Now its to late to ask

Give it back

Give it back

Give it back

Give it back

And if you waited on the weather

And if the sun comes at last

And if you know you’re feeling better

It’s like the night without the black

Give it back

Give it back

Give it back

Give it back

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