Like a Gift Giver Songtext
von The Cribs

Little birds in a box of tea just waiting to die
Like a gift giver I will change the way that you see or I′ll try


But I know it's not even
But try when you′re in heaven
To call me up

It's hard to believe in anything that I've learned in my life
But whisper something trivial that sounds good and I might

But I know it′s not even
But try when you′re in heaven
To call me up