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 on his side
The bridge is out and the river's high
This is a march death march
March death march
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
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 Bulver said, less heart and more head
So un-furrow that brow, un-plant those seeds of doubt, oh

Folded arms, clutch on his side
The bridge is out and the river's high
In this march death march
March death march
Ah, 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
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