Kieron Three

Parade all the while, when you’re on the way, walk the lonely miles, in your bones, you’re not meant to stay, alone, you leave the good times, for your holy grail, you don’t have a dime, can you atone, when it's blowing a gale, you’re that far gone, flip a coin to the sky, think of hoisting sail, your shirt is just fine, drink wine from a Jeroboam, covet some desolate mail, throw stones at your ghosts, what is it to cry, when love’s like a snail, you're not going to lie, it’s no worse than jail.