The Procession went smoothly The lights low and dim And i raised my clear gla** and i toast times to heaven But your not the same that love that i used to know Well i'll break this guitar and bored up these windows Just too 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 heavey heart Now dont you start, no dont 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 its 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 heavey heart Now dont you starkt now dont you start... No dont you start, dont you start No dont you start, dont you start