From the side window of the bedroom
I see a church, a sign of glory
I see a white wall and a bird's flight
I see a grid, an old sign

Natural messenger of natural things
When I spoke of these morbid colors
When I spoke of these sordid men
When I spoke of this storm
You didn't listen

You don't want to believe
But this is so normal
You don't want to believe
I just was

Marginal knight washed in a stream
Black knight who lived mysteries
Knight and lord of house and trees
Not wanting rest or Sunday

Marginal knight, bathed in a stream
I knew the towers and the cemeteries
I knew the men and their funerals
When I looked from the side window
Of the bedroom

You don't want to believe
But this is so normal
You don't want to believe
But this is so normal

A marginal knight, bathed in a stream
You don't want to believe

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