Boots on concrete
Don't slip on the leaves
Smile at the strangers
They'll know what you mean
Clouds like cathedrals
The night hits the sea
And I walk to the high line
Ship's gonna take me at midnight
The storm sounding out like an overture
It's time to join the marching line
Take back your vest
You don't know what love is
Like a bullet in the chest
And I never say it
Never known a day without a quiet regret
So I walk to the high line
Ship's gonna take me at midnight
Storm sounding out like an overture
It's time to join the marching line;
Leave it all behind, and join the marching line
There's no captain who calls "What's your name?"
In an army of one
It's just me and a drum
Do you know a love like a bullet in the chest?
Ships on grey seas
The waves keep the time like my heartbeat
It's an overture
It's time to join the marching line,
Leave it all behind and join the marching line
Fortune tellers, fortunes tell her
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