Creatures

What you're holding in your hands
I held so precious as pah of my plans
Silting pretty on your silver throne
With nags of money to call your own
Leave the exit you can close the door 
You're just not [bad word] anymore
All these creatures that creep around
Give me nothing just take my sound
Well I hope you're thinking of meWherever you are

All my troubles on the lighter side [bad word] down easy as I start to rise
You can take my money
You can try and hide
But I've seen the other side
And [bad word] to get you
I hope you're thinking of me
Wherever you are