| Song | Windowsill |
| Artist | Tilt |
| Album | 'Til It Kills |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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. | |
| Mel |