Song | A Seat at the Table |
Artist | J. Tillman |
Album | Singing Ax |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
I wanted to build a monument here | |
With my face in the dirt and my hands in the air | |
And no one came, and no one cared | |
So I gathered my bricks and I disappeared | |
Now someone waits beyond the rich | |
While you burn through your evenings with traps to build | |
When your day is done, when your minds at ease | |
Ill carve a name in your bedpost to remind you of me |