You left it,
I sent it,
I want it back.

You left it,
I sent it,
I want it back.

If I had you here, I'd clip your wings.
Snap you up and leave you sprawling on my pin.
But this plan of mine is oh so very lame,
Can' t you see the grass is greener where it rains?

You left, I died.
I went, and you cried.
You came, I think...
But I'll never really know.
I've served my time.
I've watched you climb,
The wrong incline.
But what do I know?

Accept it,
and don't let it, turn the screw.

Accept it, and let it,
Scream back at you.

Now this applies equally to you and I.
The only thing that we share is the same sky.
These empty metaphors, they're all in vain,
Like: Can't you see the grass is greener where it rains.

You left, I died.
I went, and you cried.
You came, I think.
But I'll never really know.
I've served my time.
I've watched you climb,
The wrong incline.
But what do I know?

And when I lie behind you,
And I cradle you in the palm of me.
Wow...
And I pat your hair down,
I think we could sink or swim,
'Cos we could do either and win.

And the garden snake was charming,
And Eve said let's give it a try.
Now lead us not into temptation,
But Eve is the apple of my eye.