Amber

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