Returned Interest

(ooh-ooh) Locked inside a copper frame

Counting down the hours by another name

No windows to the morning sun

Just the static hum of what is left undone

And the lock won't turn

Though the embers burn (ahhhh)

Cadged and cold beneath the iron sky

Waiting for the wings to learn to fly (breakout!) We are bound

but we are not undone

Chasing down the shadow

of the sun

Dusty floors and iron bars

We are looking upward to the faded stars (faded stars)

Every promise is a key

But we are sleeping

in the custody

We can break the lock

We can beat the clock

(let me out!)

Cadged no more... (ahhhh)