march歌词
歌词千寻 Frightened Rabbit - Late March, Death March ..I cursed in church again, and the hand-claps all fell quietI watched a statue of you cryA candle is blown, so we start the black march homeThrough a stale and silent night.There's a funeral in your eyes and a drunk priest at your sideStaggering sermons never washThere's no reproach, from the lit touch paper, bothGot stubborn marrow in bastard bonesShould we just get home, sleep this off?Throw some sorry's and then, do it all again, well....Folded arms clutch homocideThe bridge is out and the river is highThis is a march death march, march death marchYeah, there isn't a God, so I'll save my breathPray silence for the road aheadIn this march death march, march death marchYeah I went too far.And as we walk through an hour long pregnant pauseNo grain of truce can be bornMy