Sing It Again - Beck

Should we do another one then?

(Damn right!)

Let’s go

A town of disrespect

The trains are wrecked

The night is younger then 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

Nobody’s home

Oh won’t you lay my bags

Upon on the funeral fire and sing it again

Oh won’t you lay my bags

Upon on the funeral fire and sing it again