Packed Powder letra

I started working at the second hand
I thought it would make me more colorful
I saw the world as a stitch and patch
I saw the sky as torn grey wool

I started working as a dime store clerk
I thought it would make me the kind to put you first
My only dreams were in fluorescent light
My only goal was to forget what I was worth
I want to see how it takes me
I want to see how the powder burns
Don't want to keep what I can't have more of
Don't want to wait and miss my turn

I started working as a tour guide
I thought it would make me believe my own words
Every patient thought just passed me by
Every truth I said sounded just absurd

I started working at a small town church
I thought it would make me a better man
They said the sins I had would fly away
As if the birds were in the palms of my own hands

I want to see how it takes me
I want to see how the powder burns
Don't want to keep what I can't have more of
Don't want to wait and miss my turn

Blind Pilot - Letras

• 3 Rounds And A Sound
• Always
• Don't Doubt
• Get It Out
• Go On, Say It
• Half Moon
• I Buried a Bone
• I Know
• Just One
• Keep You Right
• Moon At Dawn
• New York
• One Red Thread
• Oviedo
• Packed Powder
• Paint Or Pollen
• Poor Boy
• The Bitter End
• The Colored Night
• The Story I Heard
• Things I Cannot Recall
• Two Towns From Me
• We Are The Tide
• White Apple