March Lyrics

Time would stop and in silence shake when I'd shape my
arm around your waist. And though nighttime brought your
heaviest freight, some did never sleep, some did never
wake. The portrait curled in violets and blues carried
all my best from my brush to you. Framed on your wall in
the daybreak hush, it saw all our troubles come alive
with us. Move on, move on! It's been so long and I don't
have the tears for that now. Move on, move on! It's been
so long and I don't have the tears for the years you've had so many tumbling down. Oh, my breath is all but dead;
no, alcohol won't cure no head. Lying on my back as the
daylight grew; the portrait helped me see the worst in
you. So, I'm your secret locked up in the box where you
keep your hopeless serenades and your knives with my name
on them? Who's now your soldier standing starboard aboard
the ship you keep trapped inside the bottle of your
discontent amid your fears and allegations?

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