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

To be continued...