Southern Melancholy

Consider me tamed. A life of disappointment and heartache sustains a southern melancholy like blood on the brain, a shadow on my soul that's so hard to lose, so hard to lose. And when old eyes bruise, oh Baby, it's you who stays fast as I am listing. My heart it sings true, but melodies go missing and sadness seeps through, a hand upon my shoulder that's so hard to move, so hard to move. And when old wounds tear, oh Baby what's there? Where angels collide, in danger I dwell. Stay by my side, don't leave me in peril. Who'll be my guide when the sunlight fails? Oh mercy, I'm tired, drunk on despair. Hope has expired, beyond repair. Who'll save the night when the sunlight fails and darkness prevails?