The Procession

The Procession went smoothly The lights low and dim And I raised my clear glass 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 boaed 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, 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 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 heavey heart Now don't you start, no don't you start No don't you start, oh don't you start, oh No don't you start, don't you start