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