Lyrics

I cursed in church again, and the hand-claps all fell quiet I watched the statue of you cry The 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 the lit touch paper booth Got stubborn and marrow and bastard bones Should we just get home, sleep this off Throw some sorry's and then, do it all again, well... Folded arms clutch on his side The bridge is out and the river is 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 And 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, perhaps we'll shortly learn That it was arson all along Can we just get home, sleep this off Throw some sorry's and then, do it all again. Well like father said, less heart and more head So unfurrow that brow, and plant those seeds of doubt, oh Folded arms clutch on his side The bridge is out and the river is high And this march death march, march death march Ahh, there isn't a God, so I save my breath Pray silence for the road ahead And this march death march, march death march The dead balloons and withered flowers Sorry cannot save me now And this march death march, march death march Think I went too far March death march, march death march I went too far March death march, march death march Well, 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
Writer(s): Scott John Hutchison, Grant David Hutchison, Andy Monaghan, Russell Gordon Skene, David William Lawrence Kennedy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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