Give It Back - Bishop Allen
How long
Until the next defeat
Because the drums the drums the drums
I hear them gathering
I found the saber
Stuck inside it's sheath
So it's the chains the chains the chains
That I've been rattling
I had a chance that I didn't take
I had to let it pass
I was afraid to make a mistake
Now it's too late to ask
Give it back
I know a fortune
Can be lost or won
Without the chance the chance the chance
To stop and look around
And we can argue
In our native tongue
About the plans the plans the plans
That we forget about
I had a chance that I didn't take
I had to let it pass
I was afraid to make a mistake
Now it's too late to ask
Give it back
Give it back
Give it back
Give it back
And if
You're waiting on the weather
And if
The summer comes at last
And if
You know you're feeling better
It's like the night without the black
Give it back
Give it back
Give it back
Give it back
Give it back
Give it back
Give it back
Give it back
Give it back