The gift

Listen, it's like someone's breathing, right?
Someone's breathing this weather
But not quite, not quite making it
As each time your breath is late, something's dying
It's a little delayed, can you hear that?

This is the room, after the show
The stage has been disassembled now
Taken down

Instruments packed (instruments packed)
The stage lights are cut
The beer you just spilled on the floor has dried out
We're not far

Imagine that empty room
How calm it is after the storm
When the world is new

It is given
The here and now is a gift
You may take it or leave it
But I give it to you, nonetheless
It is given