are you going straight home
with no pardon
you sliced your head apart
with no reflection
only ordinary guests are left
behind the front door
repairs have cleared the air
but you can't hear them anymore
are you looking for a language
without direction
the time has come my dear
to take the last one
the regulars are staying
behind the front door
the candle left the centerpiece
from the table to the floor
call off your men
the tombs are all filled in
and i will lay down
and i will be done
no creature wants to stay alone
when the birds begin to ring
the birds begin to ring
and i don't think you're going home
she's crazy over me
crazy over me
call off your men
the tombs are all filled in
and i will lay down
and i will be done