ISRC UK9L52300001
Lyrics and music written by Erin Brassfield
Produced by Mark Winterburn
Recorded by Mark Winterburn at Shackleford Pianos, Macclesfield, UK, and Christ Church, Macclesfield, UK and Erin Brassfield at Erin’s home, Macclesfield, UK.
Mixed by Mark Winterburn at Mark’s home, Macclesfield, UK & Spirit Studios, Manchester, UK
Mastered by Tully MacKay-Tisbert at Coyote Song Audio, Fullerton, CA, USA
Vocals, Piano, bass - Erin Brassfield
Pads - Mark Winterburn
Single Cover Art - Phil Wattis

Lyrics

Without words a truth is known, 
The ache within each one must own.
I wash the day off from my hands,
Eyes that smile and understand.

I stumble home alone from what could be;
Treasure lost or promised to the sea. 
You are a gift, you are a gift, You are a gift to me.
You are a gift to me.

Seasons come and seasons go;
Storms may surge and levees bow. 
So batten down and hold on tight,
And pray we make it through the night.

Mere thoughts will shape tomorrow’s shame;
The sun will rise but not the same, 
On shining sands of yesterday, 
Now barren rocks exposed and grey.

I stumble home alone from what could be;
Treasure lost or promised to the sea. 
You are a gift, you are a gift, You are a gift to me.
You are a gift to me.

People come and people go; 
Hearts may surge; convictions bow.
So batten down and hold on tight,
And pray we make it through the fight.
Throw a lifeline; say goodnight; 
Throw a lifeline; say goodnight.