(Funeral) Parade

Sirens or silence
The ones that are coming
Bring life or take away death
Patient or violent
We all turn quickly
Never right when nothing is left
My head is spinning in circles and circles
I love you, come find me, you said
No one's standing tall
Long is the fall
As the hole grows small
The blood that was spilt
Will never know all that was

The earth that is filled keeps steady the ground
The earth that is filled keeps steady the ground
The earth that is filled keeps steady the ground we walk