Texty: Echobelly. To Get Me Thru 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 thru 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, done

I joke about the bad times
To get me thru 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

I joke about the bad times
To get me thru 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, no more ties