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