Late March, Death March

I cursed in 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

There's no reproach from a lit touch paper, both

Got stubborn marrow in bastard bones

Should we just get home, sleep this off?

Throw some sorry's and then do it all again?

Well, folded arms clutch homicide

Bridge is out and the river's high

This is a March, death march

March, death march

Yeah, there isn't a God so I save my breath

Pray silence for the road ahead

In this March, death march

March, death march

Yeah, I went too far

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

That it was arson all along

Could we just get home, sleep this off?

Throw some sorry's and then do it all again?

Well, like Bulver said, less heart and more head

So un-furrow that brow, un-plant those seeds of doubt

Oh, folded arms clutch homicide

Bridge is out and the river's high

In this March, death march

March, death march

Aww, there isn't a God so I save my breath

Pray silence for the road ahead

In this March, death march

March, death march

Dead balloons and withered flowers

'Sorry' cannot save me now

In this March, death march

March, death march

Think I went too far

(March, death march)

(March, death march)

Oh, I went too far

(March, death march)

(March, death march)

I went too far

I went too far

I went too far

I went too far

I went too far

I went too far

(March, death march)

I went too far