Poor Bailey

Poor Bailey - A Gutter Procession songtekst

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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
                   
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