Ambers in the sand
Try pick them up by hand
I know some things are noxious
And some rare
So handle it with care
Don't lose it or I swear
My heart's a thing you could have called your own
Oooh
You own
My heart's a thing you could have called your own
Your own
Your own
My heart's a thing you could have called your own
Seeds upon a stone
Won't blossom by their own
Accepting it was part of
Growing old
Ancient stories tell, those
Towers ring a bell
When fire comes to burn the
Hopes you had
Take it as it is
And so the story ends
My heart's a thing you could have called your own
You own
My heart's a thing you could have called your own
You own
You own
You could have called it your own oh oh
You could have called it your own oh oh
So let us turn the page
