The Pawnbroker

As winter bleached the colour from the Sun you left the in-laws
And went to buy the things that I'd put in the pawnshop window
And you took them home, locked them away
My heart and soul, like china in display

I realised my mistake and hurried to the pawnshop window
But where my things had been there was nothing but a shadow
And I became yours as you held the key
My heart and soul no longer belong to me

So now I wash the blood out of the uniforms you wear
And stitch and mend your life up wherever there's a tear
I repay the debt, so one day you'll owe me
And on a night you'll regret, you will hand over the key