Windowsill Lyrics

Incense burns as the fan blows

The light reflects off the Day-Glo

The house brings forth a murky smile

From the noisy nights on the loose tiles

The streetlights glow while the traffic flows

The eyes will watch the ones who don't know

The quiet man beats his instrument

And the beat he plays, societies sin

Winter winds coming forth

I worry and wonder where he will go

Class outside won't let him in

Even though he's of their kin

I rolled over late and looked outside

Turned around and looked where I'd lied

I cursed the time that I had spent

Being secure from the pavement

Shake the man's slimy palm

And I'll think about him while I'm gone

Will he remember my face

As he bows in silent disgrace

Winter winds coming forth

I worry and wonder where he will go

Class outside won't let him in

Even though he's of their kin

Incense burns as the fan blows

the light reflects off the Day-Glo

The house brings forth a murky smile

From the noisy nights on the loose tiles

The streetlights glow while the traffic flows

The eyes will watch the ones who don't know

The quiet man beats his instrument

And the beat he plays, societies sin

Winter winds coming forth

I worry and wonder where he will go

Class outside won't let him in

Even though he's of their kin