Your Tresure - Cats On Fire
Already dark when
I drove you to the field
You said you like to get your hands on something
I was very available then
Mind my disappointment
When you ran into the field
The crops bent at your will
But i never got to do it
You called for a torch and
What could i do but hand you one
At least now i gave you something
That didn't make you turn and run
I saw you find it
You cheered and we drove off
You tossed me some of the old gold coins
But i've had enough of them