a town of disrespect
the trains are wrecked
the night is younger than us
and nowhere is anywhere else
you sleep to yourself
stirring the dregs
where I have laid
the exit signs are flashing
  dead ends, they won`t 
  come to life anymore
well I pledged the rest
  I should have guessed
  your love was hangin by threads
  tongues tied under the moon
  your love is a room
  of broken bottles and tangled webs
the miser`s wild 
  them eyes like clocks 
  that cock their gears
  on and on
and if it`s meant some accident
  or some coincidence
  crumbs fall out of the sky
  as you wander by
  the dust clouds roam,
  nobody`s home
so lay my bags upon
  all the funeral fire
  and sing it again