The Gifted Children
Close to me you are
We are boiled in milk
Neutrals in the acid house
Curdled in chaos
At least we can see who we are
Not like those gone for the gold
We are boiled in milk
Let us soothe your open wounds
Dry your crying eyes
Let us soothe your open wounds
Dry your crying eyes
Let us soothe your open wounds
Dry your crying eyes
Dry your crying eyes