New Chapel Ticket Thieves

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
Hiding
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