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