Boots on concrete. Don't slip on the leaves. Smile at the strangers. Won't know what you mean. Clouds like cathedrals. Night hits the sea. And I walk to the high light. Ships gonna take me at midnight. Storms sounding out like an overture. It's time to join the marching line. Take back your list. You don't know what love is like; a bullet in the chest. And I never say yes. Never known a day without a quiet regret. So I walk to the high light. Ships gonna take me at midnight. Storms sounding out like an overture. It's time to join the marching line; leave it all behind and join the. Marching line. And there's no captain who calls "what's your name?". 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. 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 fortune still hurts