Curtain Maker - Christian Kjellvander

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