Beaks of Benevola
Walking around in the corridor without a sound of the hardwood floor
The savages all asleep, and the infirmary is quiet like a morgue
Humming a tune from the Devil's brigade
In the pondering silket silence
Perishable in debt, they pays the rent to all the evils to repent
Yes, I wanna be good
Yes, I wanna be righteous for the perished that unfolded
Forever blind, never misunderstood
Find a place in the woods among the bluebirds on the river bed
With chuckled beaks in silence
Lalala lala lalala, lalala lala lalala, lalala lala lalala la la
I wanna be good
Lalala lala lalala, lalala lala lalala, lalala lala lalala la la
It's the end of the line, blind, babies in the 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 tainted in tarnish
Trade your soul for the bliss of believing
Stars in the ceiling, ghouls in the curtains, grass on the floor
China on the table and the river and the sink
Creatures of the night watch sleeping on broken wings
Yes, I wanna be good
Yes, I wanna be righteous for the perished that unfolded
Forever blind, never misunderstood
Find a place in the woods among the bluebirds on the river bed
With chuckled beaks in silence (silence)
Lalala lala lalala, lalala lala lalala, lalala lala lalala la la
I wanna be good
Lalala lal lala, lalala lala lalala, lalala lala lalala la la
Yes I wanna be good
The savages all asleep, and the infirmary is quiet like a morgue
Humming a tune from the Devil's brigade
In the pondering silket silence
Perishable in debt, they pays the rent to all the evils to repent
Yes, I wanna be good
Yes, I wanna be righteous for the perished that unfolded
Forever blind, never misunderstood
Find a place in the woods among the bluebirds on the river bed
With chuckled beaks in silence
Lalala lala lalala, lalala lala lalala, lalala lala lalala la la
I wanna be good
Lalala lala lalala, lalala lala lalala, lalala lala lalala la la
It's the end of the line, blind, babies in the 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 tainted in tarnish
Trade your soul for the bliss of believing
Stars in the ceiling, ghouls in the curtains, grass on the floor
China on the table and the river and the sink
Creatures of the night watch sleeping on broken wings
Yes, I wanna be good
Yes, I wanna be righteous for the perished that unfolded
Forever blind, never misunderstood
Find a place in the woods among the bluebirds on the river bed
With chuckled beaks in silence (silence)
Lalala lala lalala, lalala lala lalala, lalala lala lalala la la
I wanna be good
Lalala lal lala, lalala lala lalala, lalala lala lalala la la
Yes I wanna be good
Credits
Writer(s): Lars Christian Bjorknes, Jens Erik Aasmundseth, Andre Lund, Jon Ivar Kollbotn, Eivind Gammersvik, Steinar Hjelmbrekke
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