Lyrics Little Comets – The Gift Of Sound
Text:
Words that fall from stature
Do not enrapture
Chin feels like a chisel
Lost its fizzle
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
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
Album
Little Comets – Hope Is Just A State Of Mind
