Casey Video (MV)

Feeling worn out, the daily rituals are getting old
There's last night's dinner left out
Cookin' in the pot upon the stove

The window in the room's 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 overflowing
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 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 layin 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, behind the curtains...