The Gift - Daniel Tompkins

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