Lyrics This Gift - Sons and Daughters

This Gift

Don’t know the meaning of devotional
Pictured me hanging
Thread bare on the blacked out wall
Purposeful, Your weekly disguise
Surrendering to arms
Fixing up those seeded eyes
Dress it up
Down the alcohol
Feeling so much better
Cross me, collecting
This scene is all wrong
Curtailing ourselves
Nothing lasts so very long
A carbon copy that typed out wrong
Ghost in a black coat sliding slowly along
Dressed up
Down the alcohol
Makes you feel better
This gift
Open wide, crawling walls
He’s got this gift, ten stories tall
This gift, This Kiss
Open wide, crawling walls
He’s got this gift, ten stories tall
Don’t know the meaning of devotional
Pictured her there thread bare
On the bathroom floor
Purposeful, your secret disguise
Surrender to his arms
Fixing up those seeded eyes
So you sing «Happy Birthday to death»
A hater’s wealth
And a lover’s rest