Tilt - Windowsill lyrics

If I'd fit on the windowsill I'd plant myself in your direction I would use the sun's energy To make this place your destination How dare I hate this space I occupy I'm left to my devices Turning to the 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 absorb a power coming From beyond my dim room In my den amber and damp As if lit up by faith alone I've been more faithful than you know If I'd fit on the windowsill I'd plant myself in your direction I would use the sun's energy To make this place your destination How dare I hate this space I occupy I'm left to my devices Turning to the 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 absorb a power coming From beyond my dim room In my den amber and damp As if lit up by faith alone I've been more faithful than you know