The Dazies - Casey Lyrics

Feeling worn out, the daily rituals are getting old
There's last nights dinner left out cooking in the pot upon the stove
The window in the rooms broke, winter winds are restless
She's upset, burned another hole in the blanket
Chain-smoking cigarettes
So he wonders where to look now, with no room to turn his head
The funny thing is how sad it is
The saddest thing is it's in his head
Casey's in the smoke room, with broken pieces of a vacuum
Reapplied to a second-hand dollhouse bathroom

The ashtray's days past over flowing, dirt beneath the tile showing
We're not all so far away from knowing
For the growing up is just not going
I'm throwing up and the skies are glowing, oh lord

There's a storm on the horizon, crying Casey wines for food
Ronald deeply sighs, says 'I'm just not in the mood.'
And he directs her to her mother, and she looks at him like no other
And then she carries her to bed, as he leans there on the cupboards
Every word she says is cryptic but Faith's referring to specifics

Oh, in the end she'll say he's gifted
But his view's apocalyptic
She cries take me to a place where
Skies are blue and angels land there

The certainty of rain will reassure him
Another day in bed laying behind the curtains
Looks like there's a storm now, reassure him, behind the curtains

Reassure him now, another day in bed laying behind the curtains
Reassure him