Words that fall from stature
Do not enrapture
Chin feels like a chisel
Lost its fizzle
So hold me like a stranger
Absolve my danger
It's the similarities
That bring me down
Given the gift of sound
Given the gift of sound
Given the gift of free flowing language
You don't own
Given the gift of sound
Everything's collapsing
Can you fill the gaps in
Search for something higher
Than desire
Man is like a mountain
Never any doubt in what you do
It's the realisation that we have all
Been given the gift of sound
Touch brings you nearer
Could this be any clearer
It's the waveform you need the most
Eyes like a vandal
It's the truth I can handle
Let the waveform take you home
Given the gift of all that's elitist
Given it so you know what defeat
Given the gift of stairs made to crawl
But cherish the heft of those you can walk up
Given the gift of thoughts for the silence
Given the gift of faith and defiance
Given the gift of Sound
Sound
Sound
Sound
Sound
Sound
Sound
It's the final pulsings of basically nothing