
Dying on the Sill
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- contemporary folk
- sad
- acoustic rock
- blues rock
- singer-songwriter
- melancholic
- soft rock
- 2020s
- acoustic guitar
Lyrics
Verse 1
Dry brittle bones
Tapped on the glass
Yellow leaves curled in the corners
Sinking into the grey
Pre-Chorus
I tried the misting
I checked the drainage
Everything feels too cold
Chorus
Don't let the green turn to gold
Stay for a little while
Stay for a little while
Drinking the morning up slow
Drinking it up
Verse 2
The fern is shedding feathers
Filling the cracks
Light barely reaches the plastic
Wishing for better rain
Pre-Chorus
I tried the misting
I checked the drainage
Everything feels too cold
Chorus
Don't let the green turn to gold
Stay for a little while
Stay for a little while
Drinking the morning up slow
Drinking it up
Bridge
Brown at the edges
Quiet and sinking
I watch you wither
Wait for a reason
Watching you fold away
Chorus
Don't let the green turn to gold
Stay for a little while
Stay for a little while
Drinking the morning up slow
Drinking it up
Hook
Don't go
Wait a minute
Don't go
Wait a minute
Green to gold
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