Major Parkinson - Beaks of Benevola lyrics

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