Cribs (The)
Like A Gift Giver
Little birds in a box of tea
just waiting to die
Like a gift giver I will change the way
that you see, or I’ll try
But I know, it’s not even
but try when you’re in Heaven
to call me up
It’s hard to believe in anything
that I’ve learned in my life
but whisper something trivial
that sounds good and I might
But I know, it’s not even
but try when you’re in Heaven
to call me up
From Letras Mania