Gifted are the gifted who burn with good news
Spoken so politely by the father of clues
Life then the provider thus ending all of the dues
He who wanders is the one wearing new shoes
While the one who remains is left singing the blues
Yes, the one who sits still is left feeling the bruise
It’s three in the morning
And all the best lines have been taken
It is another sure warning
Of the past times forsaken
Gifted are the gifted who burn with good news
Spoken so politely by the father of the clues
It’s words and its pictures
And lovers too far apart
It is thoughts of the scriptures
Not to know where to start
Life then the provider thus ending all of the dues
He who wanders is the one wearing new shoes
It’s buttons undone
And breasts softly rimmed
It is nervousness shunned
For skin cupped by skin
While the one who remains is left singing the blues
Yes, the one who sits still is left feeling the bruise
It’s all clothes off
With thighs there to stroke
It is the sensitive wroth
Of going for broke
Gifted are the gifted who burn with good news
Spoken so politely by the father of the clues
Life then the provider thus ending all of the dues
He who wanders is the one wearing new shoes
While the one who remains is left singing the blues
Yes, the one who sits still is left feeling the bruise
