Beck - sing it again текст песни

- wanna do another one, man?

- alright...

- lets go.

1... 2... 3... 4...

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 wont 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 its meant, some accident

Some coincidence

Crumbs fall out of the sky when you wander by

The dust clouds blow and nobodys home

Oh, wont you lay my bags upon the funeral fire

And sing it again

Oh, wont you lay my bags upon the funeral fire

And sing it again