Walking around in the corridor without a sound on the hardwood floor
The savages are asleep and the infirmary is quiet like a morgue
Humming a tune from The Devil's Brigade in the pondering sulky silence
Perishable in debt he pays the rent for all the evenings to repent
I want to be good
I want to be righteous for the perished yet unfolded
Forever blind, never misunderstood
Find a place in the woods among the bluebirds on the riverbed with shackled beaks in silence
I want to be good
It's the end of the line, blind babies in a ballroom fade away, it's the house of detention
Out here we're lost in the haze, a thousand days are shorter than an hour in the sun
Like a splinter to the spine, time is taming the untarnished
Trade your soul for the bliss of believing there are stars in the ceiling
Breeze in the curtains, gra** on the floor, china on the table and a river in the sink
Creatures of the night watch, sleeping on broken wings
I want to be good
I want to be righteous for the perished yet unfolded
Forever blind, never misunderstood
Find a place in the woods among the bluebirds on the riverbed with shackled beaks in silence
Silence
I want to be good