Jason Webley Possession Sound lyrics

Soak up the blood from the carpet,
Wash what's left of his head.
But who's gonna tend to you Margaret,
Now that your husband's dead?

Gather his hair for your locket,
Sons in their trundle bed.
He took his gun from his pocket,
And saw to himself instead.

Fare thee well, fare thee well, my angel.
Fare thee well, they can't hurt you now.
Just rest your head
From whence we were wed,
In sweet Possession Sound.

Send my regards to my father.
Goodnight to George and John.
We're meant to care for each other,

Until the great beyond.

And high as I held you above me,
As sure as my words were true,
I know that you've never loved me,
But still you pretended to.

Fare thee well, fare thee well, my angel.
Fare thee well, they can't hurt you now.
We'll rest your head
From whence we were wed,
In sweet Possession Sound.

The rites were read and Justus is dead,
In sweet Possession Sound.