Midway Songtext
von The Casket Lottery

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 will 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, not yet, not yet,
And I know no point in all of this.
Hard days are wearing me thing,
Not, not yet, not, not yet, please.


When things were simple,
And I was young
And there were no real walls.
I had dreams about these days
And it's funny how things change.
"It will be nice to be strong.
It will be nice to be proud."
"It will be nice to be strong.
It will be nice to be proud."
But I am still not safe
Not safe
And I know no point in all of this.
Hard days are wearing me thing,
Not, not yet, not, not yet,
I know no point in all of this.
Hard days are wearing me thing,
Not, not yet, not, not yet, please