Well I hope whatever's coming to you, never comes And the rewards only me, for what you'd done 'Cause I thought I was giving you everything But I guess you wanted more, indeed And you and I were fated as strangers But now you are my thief And I'm pretending the things that you have stolen They weren't as lovely to me as the wind But the door that I left unlocked Is letting the dirt and the rain and the cold come in And if I was ever a peacock coat You are surely just and ass [For / Four] years of hell and wrath will come If my wishes come to pass 'Cause I thought I was giving you everything But you wanted more from me And you and I were strangers back then But now you are my thief May your pen dry up May your chest go weak May your lover understand That now you are my thief And I'm your empty hand