The gift

by Jenny Hval

From the album: Iris Silver Mist

Duration: 02:37

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Lyrics for The gift

Listen, it's like someone's breathing, right? Someone's breathing this weather But not quite, not quite making it As each time your breath is late, something's dying It's a little delayed, can you hear that? This is the room, after the show The stage has been disassembled now Taken down Instruments packed (instruments packed) The stage lights are cut The beer you just spilled on the floor has dried out We're not far Imagine that empty room How calm it is after the storm When the world is new It is given The here and now is a gift You may take it or leave it But I give it to you, nonetheless It is given

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