Windowsill letra

If I'd fit in the windowsill I'd plant myself in your direction, I would
use the sun's energy to make this place destination. How dare I hate
this space I occupy, I'm left to my devices, turning to light I'm
waiting for the cue, to beckon to the shoot, and break the crust upon
the soil. Lack of light the iris expands, my eyes abosorb a power coming
from behind my dim room, in my den amber and damp, as if lit by faith
alone, I've been more faithful than you know.

Tilt - Letras

• 'Til It Kills
• Acathasia
• Acathisia
• Addicton
• Animated Corpse
• Annie Segall
• Bad Seed
• Berkeley Pier
• Clotheshorse
• Collect 'em All
• Come Across
• Confines Of Love
• Crying Jag
• Dead Bum
• Dear Wife
• Dental Wreck
• Die Of Shame
• Dirty Kitchen Eternity
• Dumb Little World
• Fool To Blame
• Goddess Of The Moon
• Gunplay
• Hero Marauder
• Idiot Lips
• It's Who You Know
• John For The Working Man
• Land Of Fragments
• Learning Like A Barn
• Libel
• Lips Tits Hips
• Locust
• Loyalty
• Minister Of Culture
• Molly Coddled
• Not Going Anywhere
• Old Skool Pig
• One Day
• Palm Tree (in West Oakland)
• Partial Birth
• Past The Point
• Pious
• Play Cell
• Pontiac
• Poor Infant
• Redemption
• Small Bills
• Sterile Heaven
• Storm Center
• Suspended
• Theme From The Dukes Of Hazzard (Good Ol' Boys)
• Tundra
• Unlucky Lounge
• Unravel
• War Room
• Where In The World Is Carmen San Diego?
• White Homes
• Windowsill
• Worse To Bad
• Yellow Bellies