Your Tresure

Your Tresure - Cats On Fire

Already dark when

I drove you to the field

You said you like to get your hands on something

I was very available then

Mind my disappointment

When you ran into the field

The crops bent at your will

But i never got to do it

You called for a torch and

What could i do but hand you one

At least now i gave you something

That didn't make you turn and run

I saw you find it

You cheered and we drove off

You tossed me some of the old gold coins

But i've had enough of them