Beck - Sing It Again lyrics

- Wanna do another one, man? - Alright... - Let's 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 won't 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 it's meant, some accident Some coincidence Crumbs fall out of the sky when you wander by The dust clouds blow and nobody's home Oh, won't you lay my bags upon the funeral fire And sing it again Oh, won't you lay my bags upon the funeral fire And sing it again