Late March Death March Lyrics

Late March Death March

I cursed the church again and the handclaps all fell
quiet
I watched a statue of you cry
A candle is blown, so we start the black march home
Through a stale and silent night

There's a funeral in your eyes, and a drunk priest at
your side
Staggering sermons never wash
No reproach from a lit touch paper, both
Got stubbon marrow in bastard bones

Can we just get home, sleep this off
Throw some 'sorry's and then do it all again?

Folded arms clutch homicide
The bridge is out and the river's high
This is a March death march
March, Death! March!

There isn't a God so I'll save my breath
Pray silence for the road ahead
In this March death march
March, Death! March!
I went too far And as we walk through an hour long pregnant pause
No grain of truce can be born
My bridge is burned and perhaps we'll shortly learn
It was arson all along

Can we just get home, sleep this off
Throw some 'sorry's and then do it all again?
Like Bulver said, less heart and more head
So un-furrow that brow, un-plant those seeds of doubt

Folded arms clutch homicide
The bridge is out and the river's high
This is a March death march
March, Death! March!

There isn't a God so I'll save my breath
Pray silence for the road ahead
In this March death march
March, Death! March!

Dead ballons and withered flowers
Sorry cannot save me now
In this March death march
March, Death! March!
I went too far

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