The Gift

Still I hear your teeth grinding bones
Your silver tongue is silent to the tone
The sky imprints it's gilded frame upon my vested eyes
And all creation of timid nature with their gifts should shine

Until my dying day your gift will shine on display
A token of your never ending love
Until my dying day your gift will shine on display
Your gift that burns bright as day

And still 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 rеflection with its crystal shining

Forever morе
I will take it back, fade into the black
Forever more
I will take it back, fade into the black

I became so jaded
Discombobulated
Dangerous complication
Now take me out
Out of the fear
Take me out
Out of the fear

Until my dying day your gift will shine on display
A token of your never ending love
Until my dying day your gift will shine on display
Your gift that burns bright as day