Laundry Murder, 1922 (The Crookes)

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