From Prying Plans Into The FIre

Undeserving favours mine we gather while they stray
And we would browse their terrace house while they went away
You would play their records and i would eat their light rye

Sooner than wait the shelves were straight then we had arrived
They said to take their birds inside only over night
We would feed them all the seed and thought they would survive
But they were buried by the apple tree
In a grave as wide as my hands
So we were scared to see
Them when they arrived

But when you're over prying plans and into other fires
Please do tell them all was well
when we had arrived