The Procession
- The Dear Hunter (2007)You are listening to the song The Procession by The Dear Hunter, writer by The Dear Hunter in album Act II: The Meaning of, and All Things Regarding Ms. Leading. The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
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Lyrics
The blood
How it paints such a scene
Foul routine pedigree
Mouth agape, stuttered hands attempt to flail
And finally agree
Her heart ceases its rhythm
Somewhere trumpets decay
In the front by the well wishing wishes that deny the stale smell in the bay
There, no one cry
Place these over her eyes
We are broke and alone
We are broken alone.
She's inanimate
Bloodless elegance
Fatal fascination breeds a bloom of misery
Helpless hiding tongues
Bathed in revulsion
Her lies unfinished
Beauty wilting premature
But we can't be too sure
No you can't be too sure.
Reserved, always playing the part
Of the boy left alone
He proceeds to the road
Beyond the home he'd learn to call his own.
She's inanimate
Bloodless elegance
Fatal fascination breeds a bloom of misery
Helpless hiding tongues
Bathed in revulsion
Her lies unfinished
Beauty wilting premature
But we can't be too sure
No we can't be too sure.
One life for another.
She's inanimate
Bloodless elegance
Fatal fascination breeds a bloom of misery
Helpless hiding tongues
Bathed in revulsion
Her lies unfinished
Beauty wilting premature
But we can't be too sure
You can't be too sure.
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