MOG

And if it's meant some accident, some coincidence

The miser's wind their minds like
They won't come to life anymore
Oh! Won't you lay my bags

Clocks that grind their gears on and on
The exit signs are flashing dead ends

A town of disrespect, the trains are wrecked
Nowhere is anywhere else
My love is a room of broken bottles and tangled webs
Tongues tied under the moon

One, two, three, four}
I pledged the rest, I should have guessed
You keep to yourself, stirring the dregs, where I have laid
Your love was hangin' by threads
Oh! Won't you lay my bags
The dust clouds blow when nobody's home
Lets go

Upon the funeral fire and sing it again?
The night is younger than us

Crumbs fall out of the sky, when you wander by