A Gift Songtext
von Drunken Boat

Requesting the authority
To pull the plug on the man
To fit him full with a feather suit
And then kiss the eyes
Water pails and wells to mend
A scarf torn pulls in the wind
Catches the throat and it tugs him down
To the wheel below


Try, try, you all can try
To stay up in the air
We just dropped by to say hello
And now toes point the sky

Requesting the authority
To melt right into the chair
To mash me down until I can′t stand up
But I'm already there


A well-worn thorn, a door
Well-worn, a door, a form
A form scorned, you are worn more
More than what?
A sun-seen wish isn′t a wish
Until it all fades
A thousand-yard glare on a ribbon of glass
But then it slipped away