Letra de Tilting At The Univendor

[Verso 1]
I let a sparrow talk me out of the crib
Made of mannequin arms and sycophants
She sang her caution thrown against the odds
I'm not tilting at the windmills, I'm taking my chances

[Coro]
She put the feral back inside my voices
I'll take a cigarette, put it out on my arm
It's the only way that I can feel
One tempts the saint and the other takes the sinner away

[Verso 2]
The Teleprompter has begun to rot
Where I've carried the blindest items
They'll seem to find a way to haunt you again
I'm not tilting at windmills, I'm taking my chances

[Coro]
She put the feral back inside my voices
I'll take a cigarette, put it out on my arm
It's the only way that I can feel
One tempts the saint and the other takes the sinner away

[Puente]
Sung by the choir whose lungs are broken
Stung by a million justifications
Swung by the faithful grip of a million axes

Sung by the choir whose lungs are broken
Stung by a million justifications
Swung by the disenchanted, not faint of heart

Pray that you never find a place to bury you, bury you
Pray that you never find a place to bury you, bury you

[Coro]
She put the feral back inside my voices
I'll take a cigarette, put it out on my arm
It's the only way that I can feel
One tempts the saint and the other takes the sinner away
One tempts the saint and the other takes the sinner away