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    But 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 again