- Alright... - Let s go. 1... 2... 3... 4... A town of disrespect The trains are wrecked The night is younger than us Nowhere is anywhere else You keep to yourself Stirring the dregswhere I have laid The exit signs are flashing Dead endsthey won t come to life anymore I pledge the restI should have guessed Your love was hanging by threads Tongues tied under the moon My love is a room of broken bottles and tangled webs The misers wind their minds Like clocks that grind their gears on and on And if it s meantsome accident Some coincidence Crumbs fall out of the sky when you wander by The dust clouds blow and nobody s home Ohwon t you lay my bags upon the funeral fire And sing it again Ohwon t you lay my bags upon the funeral fire And sing it again

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