The Giver Of Gifts Songtext / Lyric

Perhaps she really loves him

Maybe now she never will

An angel at my table

A promise to fulfil

She don't want to hear the voices

The mirror smiling from the wall

Saying she could make atonement

If she wants to heed the call

She don't want to hear at all



And The Giver

Sees many things

A river of light

A mirror that gleams...



Maybe now she's getting weary

Thinking nothing makes the difference

anymore

He's the key but she's not thinking clearly

Maybe love's too high a price for her






The Giver of Gifts

May be many things

The river runs swift

Where her cool body leans

Does she know where you are?

Does she know what it means?

At the doorway to the Theatre of Dreams?



Pretty women seek perfection

Pretty strangers they embrace

Perhaps they're looking for affection?

Perhaps it's something in a face?

For some it's sacrifice and caring

A state of grace or the sharing of a soul

A lucky woman wants for nothing

Where another needs it all,

Yet another eats you whole



In dedication to the moment

Premonitions in the passion of a song

She lies open to emotion

And whatever turns it on

(Until she's gone gone gone)



To The Giver of Gifts

Who sees many things

a river runs swift

Through the valley of streams

She knows who you are

She knows what it means

And the price paid at the Theatre of Dreams



She draws you down beneath her

It never felt this good before

And as the urgency grows deeper

You find it feeds you more and more



One more kiss before she leaves

Her gentle tongue could not be wrong

One more caress and she'll believe

She knows it's what she wants

Yes she knows it's what she wants



And The Giver of Gifts

Heals many things

The deep colours bleed

Where her cool body leans

And you know where you are

You know what it means

You're at the doorway to The Theatre of Dreams