My Sweet Boy.

Hush now, my sweet boy, don’t speak too soon,
The world’s still turning out of tune.
You wandered far from where you’re bound,
But every lost thing can be found.
I gave you power when you had none,
I made you more than what you’d done.
So don’t pretend you’ve broken free,
You know your soul still belongs to me.

Come back, come back, undo what you’ve done,
My lovely creature, my wayward pet.
The world may call you king of radio,
But your crown still rests beneath my skin.

The melody wrapped around him like silk binding wrists.
I warned you once, in sweeter times,
That every gift must pay in kind.
I lent you power, lent you grace,
My darling, you still belong to me

So heed me now, and mind your place,
For I can take what I once gave.
Your voice, your smile, your crimson crown,
I’ll tear them from you, drag you down.

You tried to be clever
But bargains bind till they are done.
You built your fame on what was mine,
Forget me, dear? You cross the line.

Come back, come back, undo what you’ve done,
My precious fool, my borrowed one.
The voice you use, the power you own,
All still belong to me alone.
Come back, come back, or soon you’ll see,
I’ll take it all — your gift, your glee.
Remember, love… it’s mine to own.

rhythm of an old waltz, Female Vocals