Laundry Murder, 1922

Take me back to 1922

let echoes of the past bleed through

and find before your eyes an ashen scene unfold

a young girl who's all alone, she cries

racing down a darkened street by night

the flicker of an old gas light, bells chime

reminds her that the wasteland needs its fill

for now my beating heart be still

Leave the flowers at the gates

if the rain fades your name

leave it to fate, to fate

wake me for the mourning

wake me for the mourning

Take me back into that bloody haze

we'll set those lies ablaze, be kind

lily's had an awfully torrid time

her head keeps a heart beat chime

by night it's louder than it ever was before

and slowly it brings the dawn

you'll find nervous laughter lacing cheap refrain

why would you ever call me sane?

Leave the flowers at the gates

if the rain fades your name

leave it to fate, to fate

wake me for the mourning

wake me for the mourning

As the mourners come they're hanging stale wreaths

to make their peace

bells chime, always they chime

am i still on your mind?

Leave the flowers at the gates

if the rain fades your name

leave it to fate, to fate

wake me for the mourning

wake me for the mourning