Maximilian from Goodbye, Babylon by Bird Friend

I wept for the passing of
The days of grace and the town I loved
Every day by the factory gate

Throw my money down for luck
At the feet of Saint Maximilian when nobody's looking
Every day we wait and wait

For a little forgiveness
For a little sweet release
For the ghosts of the Rockingham County Chorus
To wake us from our sleep
For a taste of the future
For a glimpse of the succeeding kings
For the arrival of the new design
And what you promised me
Promised me

And I wept for the heroes of
My city departed but never returned
A little grief in the gallery

The architecture is in our blood but
The architecture ain't for us
It's never enough
It's never enough
It's never enough
It's never

And I been waiting forever
For a little sweet release
For the ghosts of the Rockingham County Chorus
To wake us from our sleep
For a taste of the future
For a glimpse of the succeeding kings
For the arrival of the new design
And what you promised me
Promised me

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