Beck - Sing It Again

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