The Thief — текст песни (Huntwork Hewitt)

I suppose you`ve never seen me
Dressed in black from head to toe
Hear my words now and believe me
Lest you hear I told you so
Call the merchants to behold me
I write my name between their sheets
I feed sugar to their ponies
How I love to be the thief
Now the sunflowers in the pavement
Turn their backs upon my deeds
Even though I know I`m pretty
They just stare down at the weeds
Tell the trees they ought not shade me
I will pilfer every leaf
Even in the highest branches
You can find the lowest thief
I am laughing at the funeral
While the mourners weep and sing
You confront me by the body
And ask me where I`ve put his things
So come and crush my tiny fingers
Make a necklace of my teeth
Mail my ear to Barcelona
I will always be the thief
For some things you are not born with
And some things you can`t achieve
Life is full of stolen moments
And I will always be the thief