Future Islands

The Thief

Future Islands


I never had a place to call my own
And slept so many nights out all alone
I spent so many hours slowly breaking in
And finally found someone who'd let me in
But if I said too much, please let me know
It wouldn't be the first time I've been told
I got this darkened tongue from this bitter cold
Needed a little light to follow home

I'd tip-toe past the lights
I'd hit the glow
Another silent night
Found no one home
This bric-a-brac has life that someone knows
A pit-er-pat, of life that I've been shown

So I sit on my hands now
Sit on my hands now
Sit on my hands now
When you leave
I sit on my hands now
Sit on my hands now
Sit on my hands
A littlе thief

I know, I've been gone
But I'vе been here all along
Hidden in the things you keep
Treasures that you hid and buried deep

But if I said too much, please let me know
It wouldn't be the first time I've been told
I got this darkened tongue from this bitter cold
Needed a little light to follow home
I couldn't count the windows open doors
Footprints through the garden, 'cross muddy floors
Another pack of Newports, credit cards
The things left from a childhood wanting more


Sit on my hands now
Sit on my hands now
When you leave
I sit on my hands now
Sit on my hands now
Sit on my hands
A little thief


And I know I was gone
But I was here all along
Hidden in the things you keep
Treasures that you went and buried deep in the drawer
I know, I've been wrong
But I was barely holding on
Hidden in the things you keep
Treasures now forbidden, buried deep in the drawer
Gave you my life
Gave you my heart
Gave you my soul
Deep in the dark
When I saw your light
I know I was home
But I'm all alone now

Compositores: Michael Augustine Lowry, Samuel Thompson Herring (Samuel T. Herring), John Gerrit Welmers (J. Gerrit Welmers), William Hugh Cashion (William Cashion)
ECAD: Obra #42838984

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