I’m perfectly adjusted
To life inside this land
I’m baking pies with drunken eyes
Shaking with winter’s hands

Do you believe me now?
What do you believe?

I thought this would be easy
I don’t need to know why
This would not be simple with you

Running from the windows
Someone light a fire

The chaplain’s never trusted
Returning from the fields
The secret lights
The crooks at night
Who teach us how to steal

I am divided
Everyone knows
I won’t have to go

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Words & music by Hofmann / Kiley