The Procession

The procession went smoothly, the lights low and dim
And I raised my clear glass and I toast times to Heaven
But you're not the same that love that I used to know
Well, I'll break this guitar and I'll board up these windows
Just to make sure they know, that I won't 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 heavy heart
Now don't you start, no don't 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, it's 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 heavy heart
Now don't you start, now don't you start...

No, don't you start, don't you start
No, don't you start, don't you start