The Procession

the procession went smoothly,
the lights low and dim.
i raised my clear glass
and i toast times to heaven,
but you're not the same love
that i used to know.
well, i'll break this guitar
and i'll board up these windows.
just make sure they know
that i won't return.

with my bloody lips,
and your broken arms,
we'll turn into one
and we'll sing the same song
with my sinking feet
and your heavy heart
no 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 seldom to speak
although, when it does
its so harsh and complete

with my bloody lips
and your broken arms
we'll turn into one
and we'll sing the same song
with my sinking feet
and your heavy heart
no don't you start
no don't you start

no don't you start
oh don't you start

no don't you start
no don't you start