The Gift

Still I hear your teeth grinding bones Your silver tongue is silent to the tone The sky imprints its gilded frame upon my vested eyes And all creation of timid nature with their gifts should shine Until my dying day (until my dying day) Your gift will shine on display A token of your never-ending love Until my dying day (until my dying day) Your gift will shine on display Your gift that burns bright as day And now I hear your words are binding So sophisticated your voice must feel like lightning To an overbearing ever wearying soul The sky imprints its silver frame upon my vested eyes I watch your still reflection with its crystal shining Forevermore I will take it back, fade into the black Forevermore I will take it back, fade into the black I became so jaded Discombobulated Dangerous complication Now Take me out (take me out) Out of the fear Take me out Out of this fear Until my dying day (until my dying day) Your gift will shine on display A token of your never-ending love Until my dying day (until my dying day) Your gift will shine on display Your gift that burns bright as day