Letra de One Hand in the Furnace

Living down the time spent subdivided by one effort or another
And the grains are almost gone
Sitting on the top there unmolested
Then compressed into the middle
And the longest of free falls
Black out on a Tuesday
You know that it ain’t usually like the bottle to get us gone that far
As the light was leaving, the darkness came creeping up behind us
And covered up the falling of the stars
All the good times and the bad luck never added up to much
But a court date down in Farmville and one hand in the furnace
Saturday replenishes what Sunday leaves behind
We’ll be alright
Simple graces interlaced with sterile spaces
And the sounds of all the barely hanging on
Never was intended for my parts to be descended
Cause a furrow in your brow
All the good times and the bad luck never added up to much
But a court date down in Farmville and one hand in the furnace
Saturday replenishes what Sunday leaves behind
We’ll be alright
Yeah, Saturday replenishes what Sunday leaves behind
We’ll be alright