Tired Pony The Good Book
You were saved by the good book,
I was saved by the half full glass.
So come on, take a good look,
cause this party will be our last.
Now they’ve closed down the old bar,
this town’s like an empty box.
Well they can’t have got that far ‘cause I still see some
swinging locks.
When falling feels like flying there’s a dangerous hope,
cause the ground comes at you faster than you think.
And lurking in the shadows with the bears and wolves
is where you feel the most at home these days.
When you called I was screening, it confused me to hear
your voice.
It was like I was dreaming and the ten years become a
noise
that I could barely remember, just enough to open the
wounds.
And in the darkest December, I can howl at the early
moon.
When falling feels like flying there’s a dangerous hope,
cause the ground comes at you faster than you think.
And lurking in the shadows with the bears and wolves
is where you feel the most at home these days,
is where you feel the most at home these days.
