| Song | The Pawnbroker |
| Artist | Pram |
| Album | Dark Island |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Pram, Rosie | |
| As winter bleached the colour from the sun you left the in-laws | |
| And went to buy the things that I'd put in the pawnshop window | |
| And you took them home, locked them away | |
| My heart and soul, like china in display | |
| I realised my mistake and hurried to the pawnshop window | |
| But where my things had been there was nothing but a shadow | |
| And I became yours as you held the key | |
| My heart and soul no longer belong to me | |
| So now I wash the blood out of the uniforms you wear | |
| And stitch and mend your life up wherever there's a tear | |
| I repay the debt, so one day you'll owe me | |
| And on a night you'll regret, you will hand over the key |
| zuo ci : Pram, Rosie | |
| As winter bleached the colour from the sun you left the inlaws | |
| And went to buy the things that I' d put in the pawnshop window | |
| And you took them home, locked them away | |
| My heart and soul, like china in display | |
| I realised my mistake and hurried to the pawnshop window | |
| But where my things had been there was nothing but a shadow | |
| And I became yours as you held the key | |
| My heart and soul no longer belong to me | |
| So now I wash the blood out of the uniforms you wear | |
| And stitch and mend your life up wherever there' s a tear | |
| I repay the debt, so one day you' ll owe me | |
| And on a night you' ll regret, you will hand over the key |
| zuò cí : Pram, Rosie | |
| As winter bleached the colour from the sun you left the inlaws | |
| And went to buy the things that I' d put in the pawnshop window | |
| And you took them home, locked them away | |
| My heart and soul, like china in display | |
| I realised my mistake and hurried to the pawnshop window | |
| But where my things had been there was nothing but a shadow | |
| And I became yours as you held the key | |
| My heart and soul no longer belong to me | |
| So now I wash the blood out of the uniforms you wear | |
| And stitch and mend your life up wherever there' s a tear | |
| I repay the debt, so one day you' ll owe me | |
| And on a night you' ll regret, you will hand over the key |