Bag of Brains - The Daily Rituals Lyrics

Feeling worn out, the daily rituals
Are getting old, there's last night's dinner left out
Cooking in the pot upon the stove

The window in the room's broke
Winter winds are restless, she's upset
Burned another whole 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 second-hand doll house bathroom

The ash-tray'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 sky's are glowing, oh Lord

There's a storm on the horizon, crying Casey whines for food
Ronald deeply sighs, says, "I'm just not in the mood"
And he directs to 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 views 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 the 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, reassure him
Feeling worn out