Frightened Rabbit - Late March, Death March . . I cursed in church again, and the hand-claps 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 the 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 homocide The bridge is out and the river is high This is a march death march, march death march Yeah, there isn't a God, so I'll save my breath Pray silence for the road ahead In this march death march, march death march Yeah I went too far . And as we walk through an hour long pregnant pause No grain of truce can be born My 编辑于2008/05/24更新