should we do another one then let s go 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 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 and nobody s 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 again1