Texty: Basia. It's That Girl Again. Gift.

A gift, a gift

Strong, that's what they say
I'm only complacent
And I will admit to the crime
Of being too blind, feeling too certain
That you'll always be on my side

I often forget your love is a gift
A gift, I take it for granted
I know you don't have to be here
You don't have to love me
Yet you do, you still do
Ah, ah, ah yes, you still do

Weak, when on my own
Confess I'm pathetic
Befriended by panic and cold
And then you arrive, my torment relenting
Again I appear to be strong

That's what they say
I'm only complacent
And I will admit to the crime
Of being too blind, feeling too certain
That you'll always be on my side

I often forget your love is a gift
A gift, I take it for granted
I know you don't have to be here
You don't have to love me
Yet you do, you still do
Ah, ah, ah yes, you still do

I often forget your love is a gift
A gift, I take it for granted
I know you don't have to be here
You don't have to love me
Yet you do

I often forget your love is a gift, a gift
Trusts and lets me breathe
Repairs every cut and sting
I often forget your love is a gift, a gift
A gift, your love as a gift

You don't have to be here
You don't have to love me
I know you don't have to love me
And be here with me

You are a gift
I often forget your love is a gift, a gift
I take it for granted and
How can I forget your love is a gift
And you do