Midway letra

the red knife comes to mind. the one that bled nothing but rust this time years ago, ages ago. stuck in the ground by rabbit traps that mark my way back home. cold days come faster now, seems like i'm growing old. and i know no point in all of this. hard days are wearing me thing, not yet. please not yet. when things were simple, and i was young (and there were no real walls.) i had dreams about these days and its funny how things change. "it will be nice to be strong.
it will be nice to be proud." but i am still not safe and i know no point in all of this.

The Casket Lottery - Letras

• A Dead Dear
• A Priest Walks Into A Bar...
• A Thousand Oaks (Away From Home)
• Ancient Injury
• Best Man
• Better Off
• Black Heart Wench Of Death
• Boarding House
• Code Red
• Composing Myself (A Lullaby)
• Deepset And Longlashed
• Ever Since Sulfur
• Everyone Here Is Wrong
• Fear Of Flying
• For Apples
• For When I'm Missing
• Getting By
• Heaven Help Me
• Home Is...
• Jealousy On Tap
• Keep Searching
• Leaving Town
• Looking Good In Orange
• Midway
• New Year's Eve
• Now I'm A Shadow
• Ocean
• One Trick Pony
• Optimist Honor Role
• Rip Van Winkle
• Searchlights
• Sick
• Since You
• Six Different Ways
• Softie
• Stolen Honda
• The Bridge
• The Matter
• There Are No Excuses
• Trust Nolan
• Under Pressure
• Vista Point
• What I Built Last Night
• Wrong Hometown