A town of disrespect
  the trains are wrecked
  the night is younger then us
  nowhere is anywhere else
  you keep to yourself
  stirring the dregs where i have layed
  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 its meant
  some accident
  some coincidence
  crumbs fall out of the sky
  when you wander by
  the dust clouds blow
  nobodys home
  oh won't you lay my bags
  upon on the funeral fire and sing it again
  
  oh won't you lay my bags
  upon on the funeral fire and sing it again