The Gift of Sound - Little Comets

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, sound

Everything’s collapsing

Can you fill the gaps in?

Search for something higher

Than desire

Like ever really

Man is like a mountain

Never any doubt in what you do

It’s the realization that we have all been

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 trust, and mercy

You have all

Given the gift of sound, sound, sound

Given the gift of sound, sound, 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 sound

Given the gift of sound

Given the gift of sound

Given the gift of sound

Given the gift of all that’s elitist

Given it so you know what defeat is

Given the gift of stairs made to crawl up

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

Given the gift of sound

Given the gift of free flowing language

You don’t own

Given the gift of trust, and mercy

You have all

Given the gift of sound

Sound

It’s the final pulsings of basically nothing