So who was first? Obviously not me She's locked up inside herself and I can't get anything free So, won't somebody tell me please Why the former owner always keeps the keys There's no bubbles to burst No bursting out crying nor dying of thirst She's utterly tied to somebody else And it seems he got there first And no, I'm not untying The reins around her neck that she feels And I won't try to prize out of her the truth anymore When she lies about the things that she sees Because the former owner always keeps the keys There's no calling "Come here, you're necessary to me" There's no excitement in her face when I implore "Corrupt me and confess to me some more" And when we hear trees falling or see people disappearing Her emotions won't be reached or released Because the former owner is (keeping the keys) keeping the keys Like a ticket inspector running for a bus Irony's revenge surrounds us And it's ironic that he promised you he'd never let you go When he's left you, used-up and disturbed And I said "Just as the early bird catches the worm The early cat catches the bird" But that former owner is keeping his word Keeping his word