Seeking To Own The Gifts (Out of Reach)
There were earths,Lapping of liquorThere was a duetWhen we were of the darkSupported us the air,some starsWhile fingers on strings.
You said you started singing a melodyso responding with another melody.A precious gift to time,This moment.
Now you're standing before glittering diamondsJust out of reach.They glitter even I think they're prettyWill you reach them?They take a lap of youFrom the handsOf those with empty hearts.
People belowCrave for you,Stealing your very skinFrom your body,And they make a wallBetween yourselfAnd my own body.Closer thus.
Now you're standing before glittering diamondsJust out of reach.They glitter even I think they're prettyWill you reach them?They take a lap of youFrom the handsOf those with empty heartsSeeking to own the gifts.Seeking to own the gifts.Seeking to own the gifts.
Now you're standing before glittering diamondsJust out of reach.
Now you're standing before glittering diamondsJust out of reach.They glitter even I think they're prettyWill you reach them?They take a lap of youFrom the handsOf those with empty heartsSeeking to own the gifts.