Shall we do another one then? Let's go. Alright.

A town of disrespect, the trains are wrecked
The night is younger than us

Nowhere is anywhere else, you keep to yourself
Stirring the dregs where I have laid

The exit signs are flashing
Dead ends they won't come to life anymore

I pledge the rest, I 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 meant, some accident, some coincidence

Crumbs fall out of the sky when you wander by
The dust clouds blow when nobody's home

Oh won't you lay my bags upon the funeral fire and sing it again?
Oh won't you lay my bags upon the funeral fire and sing it again?