The Procession went smoothly
The lights low and dim
and i raised my clear gla** and i toast times to heaven
but your not the same that love that i used to know
well i'll break this guitar and bored up these windows
just too make sure they know, that i wont return
with my bloody lips and your broken arms
we'll turn into one, we'll sing the same song
with my sinking feet and your heavey heart
now dont you start, no dont you start, this again
this house screams of memories
and half written songs
with the chance of completion depending on love
this disconnected phone, well it is so long to speak
although when it does its so harsh and complete
with my bloody lips and your broken arms
we'll turn into one, we'll sing this same song
with my sinking feet and your heavey heart
now dont you starkt now dont you start...
no dont you start, dont you start
no dont you start, dont you start