Give it back.

When, I stepped into the lake. There were three birds with me.
Two giant keys fell on me. But then, when I started to swim.


Take me down, to the room. Lay me down on the spoon.
In the winter watch me bloom.


Don't worry, I wont. Don't do that it makes me feel. 
Don't worry, I don't. Why won't you make me feel?


Say it twice, say it twice.


Once upon a time, there was a sweetened gloom. Then all of it went black.
Back at the time when my head could feel the swoon. 
Take it all apart, see what I do.


But once upon a time, there were seven hundred wounds. Through time and lack,
I will make this come true.
You make it all.