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