The Gift

My fears are cast out on the horizon

I pick them out from clouds on the water

I climbed up backwards and

I can't find my way back

My dear, I failed you and now it's over

Isn't it funny to be a skeleton?

Playing a new song like it's an old one

There is no water for conservation

Usurp and hang him in the high desert

Usurp and hang him in the high desert

I'd like to be the gift in you

And fill the hole you can never fill now

I'll watch the memory

As it feasts upon itself

On lips and stomach and kiss from a hot tongue