You-a wandering coin
Getting dusted
And tasting the heat of the ground
About to get buried under it
Until I picked you up
I knew you can never be mine
Even though you were lost
And I found you
Because you carry something within yourself
A scent
Of her
And your heart reeks of it
Even though you can't carry yourself
She has made a home within you
That could carry you through
Even if I had not found you

Now that I have found you
Knowing you can never be mine
I'll use you for my wishing well
And I'll only wish well for you!