Curtain Maker

Often I think on the good

Often on the bad

Often times I'm just not grateful enough 

For the times that we had

Nothing breaks me like the silence of death

Cold, brutal, enchaining

So I took a job curtain making, and I taught my hands

To always let some light stream in, always let some light come in

Always let some light flow in. Let it come. Let it come

I never sang in any choir

That didn't preach to itself

Every red cabin 

Is a conservative dwell

A town with no reason to exist and people with no reason to be there

The future of the past seemed better now transgression's in the air

I feel at home where I don't belong

But I'm saving and I'll be gone

But I'm still working, curtain making, residing the golden rule

Always let some light stream in

Always let some light come in

Always let some light bleed in

It was my job

I got paid

It was my job, I got paid to dream

I'm not really done with this exile