lyrics
gifts
there's something i brought you
placed in your palm
it floats in your fingers
sings you a psalm
it climbs through your curls
it sleeps in your ear
it snores in your skies
gift from the old myrrh tree
burns for the absentee
it's tempting to chain
it keep it locked up
never let air
make it corrupt
you know that it's dying
to take off in flight
and cast others in its light
gift from the old myrrh tree
burns for the absentee
drift and disperse
like smoke in the surf...
you know you will miss it
but you want it to leave
your happy its going
'cause its too hard to hold
and you know you'll want it
to return sometime soon
on some lonely ass afternoon
gift from the old myrrh tree
burns for the absentee
gift from the old myrrh tree
burns for the absentee
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