Freedom And Comfort

In the course of the conquest, the dimmin' within
The leavenin' of cause, no second wind
A kind of abject character clings to once-were new stars

But once in a while it comes in (like an original sin)
Like the ghost, and
Once in a while it comes right (like a new century)
Through context
I've been a cathedral, I've been a Pinto with trash bag doors
(Once in a while, it's a war)

And it's the perfect premonition to walk by
The perfect architect knew you'd be by
The perfect smile, the juxtaposition
How it possibly, probably takes you to heart

In the course of the damned, this thing nightly imparts
That the space between freedom and comfort
Is both the worst and the best place for art

But once in a while it comes in like the ghost, and
Once in a while it comes in like this
A mechanical decision to clean up the kitchen
But a bitch to play the part



Credits
Writer(s): Nick Barnes
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