Marchin’ On

She kills the empty clock She kills the empty clock She haunts you where you're not She haunts you where you're not She screams the ailing arks are spirals full of shock She stabs the empty clock She stabs the empty clock And bowing down they're as a violet rose Yet swinging alarm you come body and soul September's dear dread is her evening's code 'Cause if you're still my witness Body and soul 'Cause if you're still my sickness Body and soul Oh, sweet blush of orchid Body and soul Oh baby, I'm still your witness Body and soul Marching on, we've gone pennymad And marching on, we become the sad Mind for soul, but a body for us We're body and soul She stabs the empty clock She haunts them where they're not She screams your ailing arks are spirals full of shock She stabs them where they're not As body slays soul 'Cause if you're still my witness Body and soul 'Cause if you're still my sickness Body and soul Oh, sweet blush of orchid Body and soul Oh baby, I'm still your witness Body and soul