Sophia Kennedy - William by the Windowsill Lyrics

Lyrics William by the Windowsill - Sophia Kennedy



William by the windowsill
Was gazing at the big blue hill
Far beyond this cold and busy town
I hate the people down below
What are they up to I don′t know
The eggs are just sizzling in the pan
There's nothing that I′d rather like to do
Than stick my head into the gutter of the roof
And whistle all the saddest tunes
I couldn't stand before but now I yearn for more
William by the windowsill
Was longing for the big blue pill
That will make it go away
Now that it is summertime
All he wants to do is die
And burn the sun-tanned beach boys
By the shore
"My mother is a bitch you know"
William thought and hoped for snow
That suffocates and buries him alive
If there's nothing to win then what is there to lose?
Postmen don′t deliver some good news wrapped up in silver
And I bet I shouldn′t think
'Bout my t-shirt that I shrunk
′Cause I washed it in the sink
There's nothing that I′d rather like to do
Than stick my head into the gutter of the roof
There's nothing that I′d rather like to do
Than stick my head into the gutter of the roof
And whistle all the saddest tunes
I couldn't stand before but now I yearn for more
Oh well the young men
Ain't nothing in this world these days
Oh well the young men
Ain′t nothing in this world these days



Writer(s): Mense Reents, Sophia Kennedy


Sophia Kennedy - Sophia Kennedy
Album Sophia Kennedy
date of release
28-04-2017




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