The Marching Line

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 highline
Ship’s gonna take me at midnight
Storm sounding out like an overture
Time to join the marching line
Take back your vest
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 highline
Ship’s gonna take me at midnight
Storm sounding out like an overture
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 the grey sea
The waves keep time like my heartbeat
It’s an overture
Time to join the marching line
Leave it all behind and join the marching line
Fortune tellers
Fortunes tell her