A black domino box that I got from a fair with 'bino' written on the inside
A magnifying glass with a scratch big as a hell and a worn neolithic guide
I decorate the walls of this room that I rent that'll still stand on my last goodnight
So take the notice down I'm for real, I collect, it's for me I shoot on sight
So come gather round, I'll show you what I've found, a hundred little things to have and to hold
But I'm not what I own, everything's on loan, it's yours when I die even if that's today it's ok
A border can't be crossed if you're met with a smile and a gold wreath on both sides
The Rubicon is lost turn to dust as we dance with our feet either side of the line
So never lock your doors there's no bust without me just listen out for my tap, tap, tap
And take your banners down, strip the deck, clear the halls, here I come all dressed in black
So come gather round, I'll show you what I've found, a hundred little things to have and to hold
But I'm not what I own, everything's on loan, it's yours when I die even if that's today it's ok