the procession went smoothly the lights low and dim and i raised my clear glass and i toast times to heaven but you re not the same that love that i used to know well i ll break this guitar and i ll board up these windows just to 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 now 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 heavy heart now don t you start now don t you start no don t you start don t you start no don t you start don t you start
['indie rock']