Candlelit

Late March Death March (Alternate Version|explicit) - Frightened Rabbit

I cursed in church again

And the hand-claps all fell quiet

I watched the statue of you cry

The 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 booth

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 homicide

The bridge is out and the river is high

Yeah there isn't a God

So I save my breath

Pray silence for the road ahead

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 unfurrow that brow

And plant those seeds of doubt oh

Folded arms clutch homicide

The bridge is out and the river is high

Ahh there isn't a God

So I save my breath

Pray silence for the road ahead

The dead balloons and withered flowers

Sorry cannot save me now

Now I went too far

I went too far

I went too far

I went too far

I went too far

I went too far

I went too far

I went too far