The muscle and bone they incase my heart but never touch my soul.
Some say theres more at water and its shore, fear makes friends with
joy.

And ill march slowly and ill never forget how the music stopped or the
feel of your breath. And ill march slowly and ill never forget how the
music stopped or the feel of your breath. And ill march slowly and ill
never forget how the music stopped or the feel of your breath.
And ill march slowly and ill never forget how the music stopped or
the feel of your breath.
The flesh and the blood they keep my body warm but still my mind
is cold. To know whats fair is not always fair. What new thrill will never
be.
And ill march slowly and ill never forget how that black dress fell upon
your white kneck. And ill resquite this time of year and i know you
will be leaving soon my dear.