Kieron Three

Parade all the while, while you’re on bail, ride the lonely miles, in your bones, you’re not here to stay, alone, you left him to die, on your holy grail, said you didn’t have time, can you atone, when love always fails, shame stacks like a farrago, flip a coin to the sky, talk of hoisting sail, no worries about style, drink wine from a Jeroboam, covet some desolate mail, throw stones at his ghost, what is it to cry, that finds you this way, you're not going to lie, it’s worse than jail.