A Slow Parade - A.A. Bondy

Drag your shadow down the street

Is it you I was to meet?

With your saints there on a chain

Waiting on another rain

And I going down

Where the waves will surround

To the roll and the pound

Of the wild wild sea

Talking sweet to me

Marching in a slow parade

There are ashes where you lay

And sometimes I don’t mind at all

And sometimes head against the wall

The tide will bring and tide will take

Find another horse to break

Your just a rider on a wheel

In a dream where love was real

And I going down

Where the waves will surround

To the roll and the pound

Of the wild wild sea

Talking sweet to me