Late March, Death March

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, 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'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

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 mother said: "less heart, more head"

So unfurrow that brow, unplant 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.)

(March, death march.)

I went too far