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• Artiste: Wild Sweet Orange
• Titre: Tilt
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You're shaking bad in your sheet convulcing like you didn't eat you don't know what's more scary, your door open or closed. "Do I look like a dead body?" your jumping jaw asked me (?) with the funniest smile I've ever seen your soul was coming out your eyes. Piles of clothes and photographs fill the floor where I collapse the walls grow blue and I'm trying to lift my head. Now I'm dying in this living room my stomach turns to sand yeah, why do I fight the good times like I'm sure that I'll be damned... and I fear what I've done means I've lost what I love Hardwood floor carry sounds carry slow to my ears it's the words I can't recognize but I'm trying hard to hear cause my eyes can't find the things that they're looking for down here and brown leaves are covering another wasted day this year. The lights strung out across the yard remind me of a time when I tried to be a light, ya know, god I try to shine. But the cross seems so high tonight and glory I can't find. Oh could you tilt in so you're leaning down or would you pull me back inside... and I fear what I've done means I've lost what I love So carry me home to the door beneath the sand. So carry me home to the sounds of angel bands