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

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