Gift

If the lunatic comes out again
Holding secrets in his hands
Slip him through the disarray
Pretend for once that its okay
Will you let him know
He's not alone?

If the creep wakes up, acting strange
Drawing frenzy with his eyes
Wrap him tight into your sheets
Press your lips onto his cheek
Sing your song
Bring him home

Somewhere deep inside the well
The stones shift from the weight
There's something wider than the world outside of it
Above a low light dims
To a grey that rushes in
Yet through the wild your smile still makes out to me
Your gifts to me
Oooh, your gifts to me

When the madman shows in other clothes
His head sideways to the sky
Is he where you want to be
The rock against you want to lean
Where fires grow?
Do you stay or go?

Somewhere just beneath the waves
Sounds struggle for some peace
Grasping for the surface where the sunlight wades
We may never swim out straight
Or find a steady state
Yet through the wild your arms still open out for me
Your gift for me
Oooh
Oooh, your gift to me



Credits
Writer(s): Eric Sears
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