When I Awake, You Are A Necklace,

With Special Beads You Are A Chain.

Two Years We've Been Bound, Set In Our Ways,

You Are True To What You Are.



Where Your Silver Tongue With Special Glass

Hangs Around My Throat,

There Your Riches Lie With Special Beads

Burning To The Touch.

Where Your Riches Lie With Special Glass

Hung Up In My Brain,

There Your Father Lies With Special Clasps

All Around My Throat.



Well, Two Years I've Been Bound,

But That Was Useless,

Two Years We've Been Bound,

But That Fell Through.

Two Years We've Been Bound, Set In Our Ways,

You Are True To What You Are.



Where Your Riches Lie With Special Glass

Hung Up In My Mind.

There Your Father Lies With Special Clasps

Burning To The Touch.