Golden Trinckets

The same stranger waits at my door I only hear his lonesome law When I am alone with you A sharp knife is a weapon of choice I hold it close when I hear the voice But the fire wear you too The lost tracks of whose to blame To make sure you say my name when you moan Is it for me? Is it now? A little emotion for my tiny soul Oh, your lovely faces I'll soon forget I trade for some golden trinkets And a picture of the god I watch it We cut ring those backing bass We cut fashion some brand new spears And see between the echoes You don't talk you merely breath I don't joke, I just say please Where you go? Where you live? Maybe Still singing in my chamber door I still ear his lonesome law and you moan Is it for me? Is it not? And little emotion for my tiny soul Oh your lovely faces I'll soon forget I trade for some golden trinkets And a picture of the god I watch it I hear you moaning, I hear you moaning, ah ah ah ah I hear you moaning, I hear you moaning, ah ah ah ah I hear you moaning, I hear you moaning, ah ah ah ah I hear you moaning, I hear you moaning, ah ah ah ah