The Goodman of the House - Deastro

A place where I am free

Where night shades

Let me be

When I am pure of heart

No echelons to chart

Forgive my old enchantments

Oh, Icarus I’ve fallen

But there’s still the alter

I’ve got some pennies in my pocket

And promises that I’m turning around

Oh, you pale inflictors could you lay down your instruments?

Oh, you skin constrictors quit stealing all the elements

That make me whole, that regenerate

That lets me love and investigate

A place where I am free

Where night shades let me be

When I am pure of heart

No echelons to chart

Forgive my old enchantments

Oh, Icarus I’ve fallen

But there’s still the alter

I’ve got some pennies in my pocket

And promises that I’m turning around

Oh, you pale inflictors could you lay down your instruments?

Oh, you skin constrictors quit stealing all the elements

That make me whole, that regenerate

That lets me love and investigate

I want to be a good man

I want to be a fortress

I want to be a good man

I want to see the forest

I want to be a good man