Lyrics The Goodman of the House - Deastro

The Goodman of the House

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