Poor Bailey
Poor Bailey - A Gutter Procession lyrics
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It's a slow depression And my tree becomes a skeleton Its ghost haunts the front yard A stone wall to stand you up A sidewalk to lead you on Memories gather in the street below And the candles you lit, let the end be told Unlike the poem I wrote and stapled to your wall 'Cause the rain has not yet fallen And the morning's yet to come And the evening saves its misery For the end to set the sun And the hollow calls I'm eating pomegranate seeds On a sidewalk of my street Born to breathe in tragedy I'm raking leaves that won't stop falling on me They're always falling on me Between the brick, beyond the bars It's what you were, not who you are The closet locks and the windows close The voice, it calls, and anyway it's all I know, so If you're following then let's go Come on, fall into the hollows 'Cause the rain has not yet fallen And the morning's yet to come And the evening saves its misery For the end to set the sun And the hollow calls