Вершы: Echobelly. To Get Me Through The Good Times.

I keep an open invitation
To a world of isolation
It?s an old right

I found a home in hibernation
Lost the self in preservation
Built the walls high

I joke about the bad times
To get me through the good times
About all those long nights
I go wading through
Keep running down a one way
Giving all for a brand new day
But now i?m all out

Nothing to lose
Nothing to lose
Nothing to save

From a momentary glory
To a solitary story
It?s a short ride
Through the trials and tribulations
For the bane of reputation
It?s a long fight
But i?m done

I joke about the bad times
To get me through the good times
About all those long nights
I go wading through
Keep running down a one way
Giving all for a brand new day,
But now i?m all out

Nothing to lose
Nothing to lose
Nothing to save

No more ties