Title: Locusts
Album: Burn the Maps
Artist: Frames
Composer(s): Robert P Bochnik, Joseph Philip Doyle, Glen James Hansard, Colm Macconiomaire
Lyric:
Don't go outside tonight
The locusts fill the sky
And the devils work is never done
And the gypsy curse you wore
Can't hurt us anymore
As we raise our glasses to our mouths
It's all for one, it's all for one
And the bells that rang in hope
Are swingin' from the rope
We thought, we'd one day perish on
And the tune you never wrote
And the words you never spoke
Have gathered up and need a song
Well, I'm movin' off, I'm packin' up
I'm willin' to be wrong
I'm movin' off, I'm packin' up
I'm willin' to be wrong
Now your givin' up the ghost
To the one who meant the most
And one day when she least expects she'll know
And the words you never spoke
And the tune you never wrote
Won't write itself or wait for evermore
Well, I'm movin' off, I'm packin' up
I'm willin' to be wrong
I'm movin' off, I'm packin' up
I'm willin' to be wrong
Well, I'm movin' off, I'm packin' up
I'm willin' to be wrong
I'm movin' off, I'm packin' up
I'm willin' to be wrong
I'm movin' off, I'm packin' up
I'm willin' to be wrong
I'm movin' off, I'm packin' up
I'm willin' to be wrong
I'm movin' off, I'm packin' up
I'm willin' to be wrong
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