The procession went smoothly, the lights low and dim
I raised my clear glass and I toast times to heaven,
But you're not the same love that I used to know
Well, I'll break this guitar and board up these windows
Just make sure they know that I won't return

With my bloody lips, and your broken arms,
We'll turn into one and we'll sing the same song
With my sinking feet and your heavy heart,
No 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 seldom to speak
Although, when it does it's so harsh and complete