Video Bails de Sixty Stories 2024 Lyrics Lyrics

Sixty Stories - Bails Lyrics

Bails Song Lyrics
Bails by Sixty Stories Fields as flat as the expression on your face
Last I saw you.
Those harvest leaves, these slaughtered rows
Of sticks and stones and corn stalks.
And the best things of you are hardest to
Hardest to remember:
Your callused hands and the smell of the soil
The smell of the soil stained on them.
It's kind of cold, but comforting
To have something like your old boots
And collections of buckles and calendars
To remember you by.
As the truck pulls out the air brakes tighten
And release again with a sharp noise
I am jarred awake out of bed again
Bed again until you're gone.
Still, the best things of you are hardest to
Hardest to remember:
Your nods and grins and the mysterious things
Mysterious things you believed in.
It's kind of cold, but comforting
To have something like your old boots
And collections of buckles and calendars
To remember you by.
If there were only a thousand kilometers
To get me from where you are
I would suffer a different sense of loss,
Maybe one that I could live with.

Little kids in older skin
Don't make mistakes less often.
I can't believe how alone I feel
Or how young I was when I lost him.
Bails of straw,
The belief in God
Or getting new shoes each spring-
-as if a cosmic cause,
Or luxury
Can account for our suffering.

It's kind of cold, but comforting
To have something like your old boots
And collections of buckles and calendars
To remember you by.
(Bails of straw)(Bails of straw)
If there were only a thousand kilometers
To get me from where you are
I would suffer a different sense of loss,
Maybe one that I could live with.
(Bails of straw) (Bails of straw)
It's kind of cold, but comforting
To have something like your old boots
And collections of buckles and calendars
To remember you by.
To remember you by. [x3]