The Windowsill - Pal Lyrics

The keys are in your hand
Does that make you cry
Your choice is good as mine
Thinking nothing is alright
"It's a shame" you mumble inward
"But the moon beams do alight
And I trust you with the knife
But I forgot the way you put it

This sight's so overwhelming
Did it make you cry?
I am sure there's something wrong
You do not look alright
Miles of lavender fields
You could prefer to this
While behind you emerged softly
Was a gentle hiss

Feel this, see him
Breathe a little more gin
Hands cold, shake gold!
Much warmer, I'm sold!
Jacket off, Rub together
Work hard,
You're my pal