Lyrics:

The Procession went smoothly
The lights low and dim
And I raised my clear glass 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 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 heavey heart
Now don't you starkt now don't you start...

No don't you start, don't you start
No don't you start, don't you start