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 prise 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
  
  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