Curtain Maker

Sometimes I think on the good
Sometimes I think on the bad
Sometimes I’m just not grateful enough
For the times we had
Nothing breaks me
Like the silence of death
Cold brutal and
So I took a job
Curtain making
And I taught my hands
To always
To always let some light stream in
To always let some light come in
To always let some light stream in
To always let some light come in
I never sang in any quire
That didn’t preach to itself
And every red cabin
Was a conservative dwell
A town with no reason to exist
And peole with no reason to be there
The future of the past
Now transgression is in the air
But I feel at home
Where I don’t belong
But I’m sailing
And I’ll be gone
But I’m still working
Curtain making
Reciting the golden rule
To always
To always let some light stream in
To always let some light come in
To always let some light flow in
To always let it come, let it come
It was my job
I got paid
It was my job
I got paid
To dream
I’m not really done
Really done with this exile
I’m not really done
Really done with this exile
I’m not really done
Really done with this exile
I’m not really done
Really done with this exile